We think therefore we get headaches.

teland:

Sometimes I believe the proper state of a fancreature is “in love with multiple people, even though those people are fictional.” S/h/ze might only be in love with one person, but this is dangerous, because TPTB could come along and do something terrible to that person’s canon and make him or her unlovable, or could kill him or her off, or something else ridiculous and wrong. A fancreature who is not in love is in a fundamental state of disharmony, and this not only causes depression — no matter how many ‘real world’ sources of happiness this fancreature has — but can *disrupt* those sources of happiness.

A fancreature who is not in love can lose the ability to understand the proper ways to relate to people who *are* in love — and we *all* know that there are ways to do and *not* do that — and can, sometimes, grow rough and cruel and insensitive. Among other problems, like gafiation. (And yeah, I know, sometimes people need to leave fandom, and need to leave it for the good of their souls and such, but that doesn’t mean it’s all that sweet for the rest of us.) Additionally, this is not to say that fancreatures who *are* in love are always perfect angels, but, in my observations, the worst of the bunch have often been those fancreatures who have lost their fannish loves via one canonical tragedy or another.

Here, I’m thinking specifically of how certain events went down in fandoms like due South, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and X-Files, but really… well. My theory of the moment is that it’s thus — perhaps — optimal for a fancreature to ‘collect’ loves in a kind of spiritual/emotional polyamory, if only to be able to turn to those other loves when TPTB fail and fail hard with the first loves. It is, after all, a rare Power which doesn’t fail *eventually*.

Now, of course some fancreatures aren’t built to love a million characters, or even more than two or three, and I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with them, or anything weird, or whatever. I’m just saying that I’m pretty much constantly scared for the friends of mine who fit that model, *because* it’s so easy to lose everything in an instant of canonical stupidity.

Fancreatures aren’t just more inclined to be *fannish* — if that was the whole of it, we *could* be summed up in a wiki article. We’re *built* for *love*. And love is a deep thing, a powerful thing, a *serious* thing — even when we’re giggling like maniacs because Dick Grayson is upside down with his legs spread again.

When we don’t have love? We’re fucked.

And I want to avoid that as much as possible.

Or: Reason # 10,729 Why Teland Has An Ever-Growing Stable Of Woobies.

Anyway, those are my thoughts as I come down off stacks and stacks of narcotics. What are yours?