I want to hear about fictional characters from the perspective of somebody who is/has been life ruiningly obsessed with them. I want to hear how this character specifically is your lens into infinity and darkness and light and love and suffering and how your identity has shaped around them. Like it keeps you up at night/ you dream about them. I need to hear how you cope with LIVING like this. And why it's Boog from Open Season
I don't talk about them too often, not because of a lack of passion but because people really don't give a dang usually, but Killer Moth SPECIFICALLY from the old LEGO videogames has always been and will always be my favourite little thing in all of existence, to the point where I've fully consciously just been modelling my online presence after his vibe. When I was little I was really mesmerized by how this little neurotic freak was able to go toe to toe with the dynamic duo and other villains. I may not have clocked it consciously, but it really was inspiring to have someone like that to look up to as someone struggling with undiagnosed AUDHD until their early 20s. Seeing this guy do his best despite his shortcomings kept me going through all those tough years. And the fact he does it all in this silly colourful costume with a bucket on his head really spoke to my confidence in being myself. Who cares if people don't like how I dress. Who cares if people don't like how I talk. Who cares if they don't like who I am. I'm me. And if killer moth is awesome just by being himself then I should be myself too.
