Ahhh, the process of growing up.
(It hasn’t really been that long. But I’m still young, so just a few years is a huge chunk of my life.)
I ended up being an English major, and I’d like to get a doctorate someday, and it’s so wild how BSD was basically my first introduction to foreign literature. I’m still kicking and planning to watch season 5 for the first time with a friend tomorrow.
What’s truly ridiculous is that I’m over here getting emotional over a haiku poet from the 1700’s, all because I got curious as to what characters could theoretically exist in BSD.
I remain a massive dweeb.
But I grew up, and I developed new feelings toward this side of fandom by default. Not things I’d push on anyone else, but my personal priorities and philosophy have all grown into something new. What I’m focused on here is how I’ve changed, not how everyone else “should.”
I stay away from more recent writers as possible characters these days. I understand what it means to melt people well-remembered into clay for me to mold. Hence 1700’s haiku poets. I’m zero-percent kidding.
“What is this post?” You may ask, and honestly, I’m not sure. This is one that gets flung into the void.
I think it’s me looking at how I’m going to interact with the series going forward. Looking back on what it was to me and how it connects to what I’m growing into.
I want to take it apart as both its own story and a meta-commentary. I want to show people more writers the same way the series did for me. I want to be someone whose thoughts can stand alone one day, a writer who can be simmered down to an essence.
This is all very melodramatic, but BSD is a series based on philosophical classical literature. I think I’m allowed to have some introspection.
