Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.
I feel out of place now. It’s a feeling that’s been bothering me for a few weeks, and this morning, after a good night’s sleep – and an interesting dream that involved some nasty things between the sheets (talk about symbolism!), I knew what I needed to do.
For the past year I’ve fallen into a fandom that I never expected I’d ever fall into. A year ago, I didn’t even know the word existed. But fast forward a year later, and here I am, a self-confessed fangirl with DVD’s of North & South, Strike Back (the real first season, now retitled Strike Back Origins by Cinemax), Sparkhouse, an unwatched The Impressionists, The Hobbit – An Unexpected Journey (both theatrical release and Extended Edition) and two figurines of Thorin Oakenshield. The two of them sit on a shelf in front of an envelope from the New Zealand Post containing The Hobbit – Desolation of Smaug postal stamps.
But DVD’s, figurines and stamps don’t make a fandom. Fans do. And after a year in this fandom, I’ve finally realized why I was never in one before. It’s simply not the place for me.
I could enumerate the reasons why but I don’t want to waste my breath, nor expend the energy of typing them out. I simply don’t belong in it, and it’s time for me to get out.
Thank you, Daily Prompt, for waking me up from this nightmare where I clearly don’t belong in. Now I need to return to real life and dust off poor Thorin. I think I just saw a spider crawling up the wall behind him.
EDITED TO ADD: Thank you so much for all the comments, congratulations and well-wishes to my life post-RA fangirl – but let me take this time to say that it does not mean that I’ve abandoned “the muse.” He is alive and well.
I apologize if I don’t address each one individually. It just feels weird to do that in a post-mortem.