Every time someone says, “You’re amazing,” my kneejerk reaction is to say, “What happens when I’m not?”
Right? What happens when I fuck up? When happens when I’m rude to you? Or I have a bad day? What if I act like an asshole? Does it make me suddenly an asshole? Does it mean I’m no longer amazing by your standards?
If you love me now, will you love me when I tell you to fuck off and leave me alone?
The other day I saw this list someone had posted of all the reasons why (I think it was) Misha Collins was amazing. And none of the things on the list were bad things. They were all amazing things. This person loves Misha Collins because of all these amazing things, and no flaws were to be found. So does that mean the list is evidence that Misha has never fucked up? Or does it mean that the people who made the list won’t tolerate him once he does?
What happens when you add shit to an amazing list? What happens when “100 pictures of Lucy Liu, who is flawless” becomes, “Well, I did like her, but then she said something kind of ignorant, and she was rude to me in the street, and she got too popular, and she’s too perfect, and now fuck her.”
Imagine having to be a celebrity. And your whole career—your whole life, the life of your family, your kids, and so on—depends on how many unsatisfactory things go on your list.
What’s the tipping point, yeah?
Try to imagine if millions of people decide to like you or hate because of your words, your face, anything, everything.
Imagine if we actually liked people because of their flaws, instead of in spite of them.
Sometimes I don’t know what fandom is doing. Other than being just another religion.