Hello. It’s a pleasure to speak to/with all of you.
Well, what I’d like to say first off is that I am a devout Harry Potter fan. I have been for as long as I can remember. I’d gotten up to the sixth book before I’d even finished fifth grade, and Deathly Hallows came out on my eleventh birthday.
Which makes me a fresh-faced fourteen-year-old girl.
I must be obnoxious to the core, you groan. Bratty. Spending all my time at the mall. Despising my mother. Listening to horrible music. And, most of all, I must bully everyone I lay eyes on in some way.
Or perhaps I “realize how stupid those preps are,†and perhaps I sulk, and I whine, and I scoff at those brats with no taste at all—despite the fact that I, too, seek boys’ attention, and I dress horrendously in a way I feel is “rebellious.â€
But I don’t.
If you’d like to know me, imagine a female Holden Caulfield—only with less alcohol.
I’ve pondered and pondered and thought, and I can’t find one thing remotely teenaged about myself, mentally. I don’t like Edward Cullen—but I find it barbaric to call him a ****** in order to upset one of his fans. I’m not very interested in boys—or girls, for that matter—of my age. I don’t find “that’s what she said†all that funny—though I don’t feel the need to undermine those who do to make myself better (though shouldn’t I? Isn’t that normal? Shouldn’t I laugh in some screeching, false way for some stupid cute boy’s sake?)
I’m an artist, and I’m actually quite good. I’m a writer, and I think I’m quite well. I’m a reader, and I find myself quite insightful. I actually don’t have any friends, either. Shocking, I know, considering I’m such a warm and fuzzy kind of gal.
Though I can’t face it, that I’m not a teenager, I’m not a commoner—for if I acknowledge this thought, does that not make me a commoner immediately? Simply another elitist “anti-prep?†And so I return to my pondering, looking for something about myself I disagree with.
Everything is about dominance, and fighting, and competition, and being better than at least one other person. It’s so mindless. And then they look at me as if I’ve grown and extra nose as I shrug their attempts off monotonously and exhaustedly; How can you not CARE? This is ENTERTAINMENT! I don’t want to fight, even if you disagree; don’t you see? I’m just too tired, I think, but it’ll be fruitless to say, so I single-handedly criticize their tactics—they’re all the same, anyway, amongst every one of them, it’s not difficult.
Nobody likes you, they mutter uncomfortably.
Splendid. Good day to you as well. Oh, by the way, I adore your Gay Pride shirt—isn’t acceptance of everyone just grand? How about those transsexuals? Or a dirty old pansexual like myself? You support them?
Which brings me back to Harry Potter. I saw in Harry myself, even as a nine-year-old—I’d been shunned, almost, prodded and put at the stick, for serious anger issues brought about with my crazy old bat of a grandmother moving in with us. Some people liked The Boy Who Lived; some hated him outright—yet nobody could deny a sense of fear. The pompous air of the Ministry was a new outlet for my aggression. Dumbledore, the voice of reason amongst those just dong what they know to do, and not questioning anything.
At some point I think I actually fell in love with Sirius. And then eventually, as I reconsidered my beloved series, Remus. And then I started loving them both, at some point—and I seemed to be slowly slipping off the radar, giving up my quest for a friend that wasn’t brain dead. I read Harry Potter again… and again… and again. And each time it made me happier, at least for as long as I read it.
And then I started to read fanfiction.
And then I started to read fanfiction with sex in it.
It was a horrible and terrible mess, and sometimes I cried for how disgusting I felt. I was disgusting—I’m a little kid, twelve or thirteen years old, reading gay smut. I wanted to die so much, because I was so weird and creepy and horrible, but still my family loved me, loved me exceptionally in some cases, for they found me rather outstanding. The worst part, for me, was that nobody knew just how twisted I was.
But I couldn’t stop, because it made me—to my much-nagging conscience—happy, more than anything else. I’m serious. Nothing makes me happier than fanfiction, unfortunately.
I still want to die; so much it hurts, sometimes. I love myself very much now. But will there be anybody else who cares enough? I don’t know if I can wait long enough for the conditional love I want, romantic or platonic.
4 comments
I like u as a friend I love Harry potter I would pick it any day over twilight. Its crazy we kinda think the dame most things that people well teenagers like i dont really like. Hey have u ever thought of how breaking dawn is sick with Jacob was in love with Bella n kissed her then is in love withs bella’s daughter. If I was the daughter I sure won’t want my lips were my mother lips have been. Omg I’m mad hype for Harry potter and the deathly hollows when I saw the trailer I was screaming n it’s goin to be in 3d one thing I want to live to see maybe just like mii u can hold on to Harry potter because there is always something in Harry potter that makes u love it each time. Hey there is a Harry potter maraton 2m on abc family the whole weekend take care n keeping telling yourself u want to see Harry potter n read the books over n over.
Look I can’t say I know how you feel but I have other reasons to feel like I want to die. You seen really intresting and I would like to talk more about it. I don’t know why people would shun you for having an attraction regardless of sex. Palpably they just don’t know how to take you. Speaking of fiction and feeling gross I used to write out sex scens actually. If you want to you can talk to me if you ever need anyone to talk to. Just so you get an idea of who you would be talking to I’m Max, I’m 17 and I been looking at this site since I was 15. If you want here is how you can contact me:
AIM: Madmaxzy15
MSN: max032393@yahoo.com
I’ll be hoping to hear from you. You sound pretty brilliant and quite intelligent for your age. It’s refreshing to see an articulate herson.
@ckay2 Ugh, completely. I hate how it’s essentially COMPLETELY about the importance of having a freaking boyfriend, whereas Harry Potter is about facing your fears, acceptance, seeing past peoples’ demeanor (however unpleasant it may be *cough*SNAPE*cough hack*), justice, good and evil… and the list goes on. Twilight doesn’t even deserve to be compared to HP >:|
Yeah, definitely! I’m very excited for the new movies. I’d also like to see that HP theme park in Orlando, I hope to go there sometime in October. I think I might cry when I see it all 🙂
Thank you for telling me that, I didn’t know they’re having a marathon! Those always cheer me up~
@Madmax Wow, thank you.
It’s just really silly, isn’t it? I try very hard not to be prejudiced, but it’s so hard knowing everyone disagrees with at least SOMETHING you know is nothing less than perfectly correct, you know? Like, you try as hard as you can to be true to yourself, and your ideals, and as soon as you’re completely comfortable with yourself, someone decides they hate you because they’re afraid of you, whether it be because you tell them off, or simply because you’re not fucking straight and don’t think gay jokes are funny.
Thanks. I think I will email you, at some point.
That is ALSO very refreshing to hear. Not a whole lot of people find me “brilliant,” they just find me rather quiet and strange. Or they get all huffy and say, “Oh, but surely we shouldn’t doubt her, for she knows EVERYTHING.” It used to make me angry when I was small but now I just get miserable.
you are an excellent writer, i love the part of how you say you are like a female holden caulfield, anyway, because of you guys, i am going to dvr those harry potter movies this weekend, and give them a try. . im a 38 yr old guy so i never really thought about watching them but i like all different kinds of movies, i even like twilight, sorry. haha, bye.