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I just want to write about this for awhile, so I guess I will.

This whole being an insane fan is kind of new to me, and weird.

Awhile back, I realized that I didn’t just like MLP: Friendship is Magic, but that I was one of those crazy fans that sometimes gives people who like a thing a bad name. I am way, way too the fuck into this. It was just kind of surprising I didn’t realize this until I was looking around at all my pony toys while under my pony blanket, head against my pony pillow, while I was listening to pony fan music. You’d think me writing so much crap for Mafia would have clued me in. But, you know, I realized it, anyway. My theory is that I am trying to use this very good show as a means of achieving the girly childhood I never actually got to have, but that’s neither here nor there. Either way, I am totally into this shit.

I don’t mind, really. I’ve never seen any point in being embarrassed of things you like. That’s just wasted energy. This realization has not caused me to enjoy the pony shit any less. If anything, it made me worry less about what I do enjoy. I’ve stopped questioning it. Of course I like that silly fan thing. I’m a silly fan. Example: earlier tonight Lobst exposed me to this Friendship is Witchcraft thing. It was very slow-paced at first, and kind of deadpan, and I didn’t get it, but by the end of all the episodes I literally couldn’t stop laughing at it. It’s basically Ponies: The Abridged Series. It’s so good. I stuck with it until it clicked, and I finally found what it’s sense of humor was, because, fuck, I love this show, this was made for me, surely there’s something there for me, I’m a crazy fan. And there was. Whee!

Anyway, being hopelessly obsessed with something isn’t a bad thing if it’s not ruining your life. (I have nice work things going on and I’m not destroying my relationships, so I’m not worried about that!) I’ll be obsessive if I want to be. However, it’s a different thing to be an ANNOYING OBSESSIVE, and this is what I am now worrying about.

Going back to that show, I immediately wanted to link it to everyone, I was laughing so hard. I wanted to show them clips and a bunch of stupid stuff. I mean, I get to do that here, because if you’re reading my blog, you know the kind of bullshit I get into, so you brought it on yourself. But like, I just had this urge to force it on everyone because it gives me such joy and I want them to see what I love in it and feel that same joy. This, Molestia, so much shit that just isn’t going to be funny to people, I want to force on them. There’s something great here! I want them to see it!

But that’s the problem with these sorts of obsessions. You don’t see how deep into that stuff you have to be to understand what’s going on, because you’ve already basically drowned in it and grown a set of gills to live on the sea floor. I’m not saying people can’t understand why I find this stuff funny. I’m sure they can. But for it to click for them, for them not to just understand it on an intellectual level, but have to actually make them laugh, they need to have this general knowledge of the fandom, fanon, the show… so much stuff that the majority of people just aren’t going to have. Laughter is fun, but having to understand to get a joke? That’s work. That puts strain on things. That’s annoying. That’s exactly who I don’t want to be.

If I become that annoying person, please slap me. I worry I am. I find the back of my head trying to find excuses to bring ponies into conversations, and that’s frustrating. I do my best not to act on them, at least not around people who aren’t into it too.

But I mean, still, there’s some great stuff out there, you have to admit.