the thought of becoming an adult one day is the scariest thing ever why cant i live the rest of my life blogging about fictional characters and laughing at stupid shit
I am going to let you in on the worst-kept secret in fandom: we’re actually mostly adults around here.
I am thirty-two years old. One of my oldest friends is pushing forty. His older sister is forty-six. We all blog about fictional characters and stupid shit. One of the first people who ever GMed a tabletop RPG for me still goes to cons. He’s at least fifty.
We are all, in theory, grown adults who are holding down jobs and have cars or rent or morgage payments or student loans and/or marriages and/or children. We vote and eat bran-tastic food for our hearts and buy sensible shoes.
Also, the first song I danced to at my first Homecoming dance was recently played on a local oldies station, dear god.
I mean, seriously. Grownups. We made it to the other side, fan-brains intact. So can you.
Becoming an adult is not scary. Becoming an adult is not about stopping with the tumbling and the cat videos. It’s just about doing that shit between work and errands instead of between school and chores. It’s about being able to do different kinds of epic shit — I may not be able to write another 50k fanfic, but I can decorate my entire kitchen in Captain America stuff and re-wire my rice cooker so the light looks like an arc reactor.
If you’re worried about no longer being fannish and not liking ridiculous silly shit (I assume ‘for no good reason’, aka ‘growing out of it’), you’re worried about becoming boring, not old.
So what if people call what we do childish? A: they’re wrong, there’s some serious grown-up badassery going ‘round in fandoms, and B: what’s wrong with being childish? Are children something we should avoid being like? Doesn’t everyone wish they could return to childhood?
We are living a friggin’ eternal youth on the internet. Anyone tells you ‘grownups don’t do this stuff’ is just jealous. Hmph.
Now get off my damn lawn, kid.