I think one of the greatest joys of fandom is being able to look back on a certain media or a ship or a trope or event or something of that nature, and being able to remember like "oh yeah! that was how I became friends with [x]!" "that was when that friend and I watched that show and stayed up until 2 am to do it!" and when those friendships bleed back over to real life too, like "oh I tried that food bc x says they like it!" and "that's x's favorite animal!" and all these sorts of things that happened because we happened to meet just like, in the great vastness of 1) human existence and 2) the ephemerality of fandom existence.
The way that certain things become suffused with that friendship and the like joy that really is. What an uncommon occurrence. What a lovely thing it is. What an honor. What a privilege.
Thinking of this one again. I love you - all the fandom friends I still talk to, and all the ones that've become lost to the vicissitudes of time -
I still have the baby blanket I made your son, it's embroidered with his name on the front, but it never made it to the mail, he must be nearly ten years old now, I remember when you mentored me about that one life skill, thanks for letting me talk to you when you were busy, do you remember when I was telling you about my family, what about the time you and I voice called over dinner, or when I told you to try rambutans and jujubes, I still have the pencil holder you sent me seven years ago, but of course I ate the chocolate, the last time we talked you didn't seem so good, you were worried about your health, I haven't been back there in years, I hope you're well -
And for all my memories of you: what an honor. what an uncommon privilege.
