In a timely way, celli has a post on Ten Things I Wish I'd Known Before I Entered Fandom, number eight of which is, "You don't have to agree with everyone." Sigh. I know. I know. I like number nine, too, "Fandom can be fun," which has the quote: "But we actually all entered fandom in the first place because it made us smile." Thing is, I usually am having fun. Big fun! But I'm like one of those giddy spinning tops that you let loose on the surface of a table--it's doing fine, can go long periods of time whirling zippily, but if it's nudged, it may suddenly bobble and spill and stop.
coffeeandink says: "I hereby declare this week Melymbrosia Unfriending Amnesty Week. Bored? Infuriated? Tired of managing your friends list through filters? Can't even remember why you put this journal on your list anyway? Make your day run a little more smoothly -- defriend!"
I'll go ahead and make the same offer. Defriend me if you will! I promise not to have a crisis.
Do I take myself too seriously? I don't know. That's one of those things where sometimes you can't see what your own ass looks like without a mirror. I take *other* things too seriously, I know that.
Where exactly does one get a life? Wouldn't it be cool if you could actually custom-order one? Go to an agency, have them set you up with gym and museum memberships, a night class, some charity work, the attendance info for clubs and groups--say, a writer's group--where you'll find a ready-made set of acquaintances with similar interests. And so on. Of course, the problem is you'd then have to actively pursue all this. I'd probably fork over the fee and then groundhog back into my blankets and go to sleep.
On parting note, must rec tightropegirl, someone I've known for years in fandom and am thrilled to see get an LJ. Some great posts to kick off with too, on writing fan fiction and pro fiction. Go, read, love, I say.