Today marks 3 years since I discovered the Outlander fandom… and Oh! What a journey its been.
Not being on Twitter at the moment (and I’ll be discussing that in this blog as well) I don’t really have an outlet to help me celebrate this milestone – so this blog will have to do.
First, let me begin by saying that, overall, my experience in the Outlander fandom has been nothing short of amazing. It’s been a positive place where ideas are shared, stories are written and honest, open discourse takes place on a regular basis. We can laugh together, cry together, scream and shout together and embrace fangirling in all its facets without facing much in the way of criticism from the outside world.
For the people who I have met, befriended and who have let me be silly and fan right there with them – I think you from the bottom of my heart. You have made the last 3 years of my life some of the best and, should I ever get the chance to meet you in person…. Well, let’s just say you will get the biggest hug you’ve ever received in your entire life!
That said, these very same folk have been there for me when the shit has hit the fan. When the fandom is buried under mountains of hypocrisy, of bullshit, of shady lanes, of he said-she said-they said, of subtweets, of infighting, gaslighting and name calling. The countless number of hissy- fits and the “Oh! Everyone! Look at me! I’m deleting 11ty hundred Outlander photos off my phone! Oh! It’s sooooooo freeing! Look at me everyone! Aren’t you proud?” bullshit artists.
They’ve been there when I’ve ranted and raved and carried on like a two-bob watch. When I’ve lost the plot and ended up in tears of stress and frustration and had to call it a day. When my happy place is naught more than a half assed attempt at a lean to and it’s about to come crashing down around my ears -They’ve not gone anywhere and for that I am eternally grateful. It’s because of these folks I won’t leave this fandom. I love show. I love the cast and crew and I love the world Diana Gabaldon has created but my fandom friends mean the world to me and I wouldn’t swap them for all the red headed Scotsman in the Highlands!
So, here’s to another year of shenanigans – once I get back to Twitter that is.
Speaking of which, it’s been 6 days since I decided I needed a twitter break. I have to say, unlike previous years (or times) when I’ve done this – this one is proving strangely difficult… and I’m struggling to come up with as to why.
I began by deleting the app from both my phone and my desktop. (I haven’t worried about my iPad as I don’t use it that much anyway) and I thought I’d be fine. I have a lot to focus on. With working from home and trying to keep the “New Normal” routine I am constantly finding something to do. But, at the same time … I feel lonely. Not having the app there left me feeling cut off from the rest of the fandom. I mean, sure, Facebook has its moments – if you’re willing to overlook the sheer lunacy of it all – but it’s nothing like Twitter. Not even Tumblr – for all its meme type glory – is like twitter. So, yesterday … I caved and reinstalled the app on my phone.
I haven’t logged in. This much is true at least…. But I feel better seeing it there on my phone. It doesn’t matter as much on my desktop as I don’t tweet much from there as a rule… but there it is. It’s official, I think. I am suffering separation anxiety from an app. Of all the things that I should be considering important in my life right now – not seeing an app on my phone rates as one of my highest.
I may delete the app again as the month goes on. We’ll see. But man, to be so dependent on an app … When did I become that guy? 2020 what have you done?
In other news, I’ve had my first appointment with a Nero-Chiropractor. It was all a series of tests involving my balance and hand/eye coordination. We discussed my various medical conditions at length, and he asked me a series of questions relating to my sleeping patterns and my diet, what other methods I’d tried in the past relating to pain relief and so forth. My appointment went for 2 whole hours and cost and arm and a leg but I’m hopeful it’ll be worth it in the end. He wanted me to invest in a small handheld, vibrating massage device to help with the stimulation of my nerve centres. I managed to find one online at The Shaver Shop for about $16.00 (I tried the apps first and discovered they were shit and did nothing) so I ordered that last night after work.
It’s a long weekend this weekend here in Victoria and apart from writing this blog and a few letters… my goal is to do nothing but relax
Thanks for reading,