#insensitive friends

I know this is the month of good cheer and everything and I will post happy things. Let me just have this one. You know what bugs me quite a bit? When you see all the crappy or at the very least shoddy writing people get away with in various media, some of it praised as well, and yet, anything with the prefix ‘fan’ is utter garbage by default. The hell?

And I don’t just hear this from people around me generally. I don’t listen to them, because their understanding is on par with their understanding of fandoms in general (and it’s rarely anything but shallow and slightly condescending)

Who I refer to are the ones I know who write/draw and yet hold this berk-belief. They won’t even be upfront about it but use weasel words and just skirt around, well, they don’t think it can ever be all that good, because, well, it’s not original. It’s ‘just fanart or fanfic’. Always inferior, because you’re using someone else’s characters.

One, that’s bullshit. Two, that’s ludicrous and patronising and thanks for being insensitive. Three, writing someone else’s characters, *and getting them right*, is no mean feat. That’s actually often much harder than making up someone from scratch. Nobody will know if your OC is acting odd in terms of their character, but they sure as hell will if it’s one they know from a previously established universe!

Also, I rarely hear that complaint lobbed against ‘proper’ authors when they do what amounts to a fanfic. Because that’s not fanfic, that’s a ‘re-imagining’. Yeah...cause Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is a re-imagining while Thursday Next running around fighting Daleks is fanfic schlock.

This actually happened 4 years ago when I was probably 80 lbs lighter. It has always stuck in my mind. It was my 30th birthday and a friend of mine at the time was lecturing me for not wanting to take the party to the bar. Word for word was said except instead of “400 lbs” I said “100 lbs over weight”

I was awoken by a noise coming from a hair blower, followed by a smell coming from the bread toaster. To make it worse I was again awaken by a voice calling my name, I pretended to be asleep but then there is a tap on my arm so I have no choice but to answer with a simple NO. I wanted to sleep so badly, but sleep has left me the moment my ears heard the noise of the blower. At that moment I got so annoyed. So annoyed that their voices was so loud, that they don’t realized someone just wants to sleep.

  Frustrated because I really can’t go back to sleep, I decided to continue reading where I left the night before. But my phone’s battery we’re running out so I plugged it on my laptop since I was playing some music from it. I got up from my bed and started cleaning our room.

  It was when they came back from where they went that I started getting annoyed again. I hated loud people, yes they are my friends and I need to accept them because I am also loud sometimes but I am having full of it. After I took my bath and let my hair dry for a while I decided to sleep and it was so silent that immediately I was sleeping. Not long enough they started making some noise, I am not a deep sleeper, and since I was the one sleeping down on a double deck bed I felt that it was moving which means my friend up there is awake. To say that I was annoyed will be an understatement, I was beyond furious but I hold back. I showed them how annoyed I was. I didn’t talk to them, if they asked me I will just answer with a yes or a no.

  But what really ticked me off is when the lady up there on my bed was singing loudly. I was having a very bad headache from waking up that way. I was tempted to chat with her in facebook but decided not to thinking that maybe she will be sensitive enough to tone down her voice but no she continued singing much to my despair.  I was also reading at that time and with that noise I can’t concentrate on reading, pissed off I went to bathroom and with force I closed it. While inside I heard her shouted what she was singing together with my two other friends. I felt bad, really bad. I just wanted them to be sensitive, but what did I get a mockery. Right then and there I decided not to talk to them unless I have no choice. After finishing what I’m reading I decided to sleep so that the annoyance I’m feeling will go away.