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Mar. 2nd, 2007
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This is getting ridiculous.
So I love Sam and Dean, obviously. How could you not? It's a new fandom for me, and I'm definitely feeling that now-familiar first flush of fannish love.
But I have never before had the experience of constantly WORRYING about my new BSOs. I'll be sitting at my desk at work, and suddenly I'll be overcome with anxiety about Sam and Dean and how they're going to ever find happiness in their bleak, fucked up world. They're trying so hard, but the odds are stacked against them, man. I just really, really want them to be happy. And I worry about them.
Kind of a lot.
So I love Sam and Dean, obviously. How could you not? It's a new fandom for me, and I'm definitely feeling that now-familiar first flush of fannish love.
But I have never before had the experience of constantly WORRYING about my new BSOs. I'll be sitting at my desk at work, and suddenly I'll be overcome with anxiety about Sam and Dean and how they're going to ever find happiness in their bleak, fucked up world. They're trying so hard, but the odds are stacked against them, man. I just really, really want them to be happy. And I worry about them.
Kind of a lot.