I never thought I'll ever put a lock around my journal's pixelated neck, I used to hate it when I want to stalk people and read about their daily lives because everyone's life is more interesting than mine.

I didn't want to lock it until now because of my icons. However, I moved my icons to madys2reita since it was my old lj and I feel bad abandoning it. I'll be deleting the icons entries on this journal soon.

Originally, I opened this journal to write about my daily life (I wanted it to be a blog in french because I got from a french cegep to an english university and I didn't want to forget how to write properly in french, yet I can't resist writing in english...), frustration towards the people around me (I am no hater, l♥ve most people :D) fangirling about Big Bang and boys... About my "You know you're getting old when you feel bad fangirling over boys born in the 90's".

So if you still want to be friends, add me and I'll add you back :)

 

It was weird shopping on Tuesday morning. No one was in the mall except mothers and their little babies.

 

Dear you-who-is-an-obsessive-fan,

You see him, you like him. You didn't even hear his voice and you don't know his personality. You saw his picture, he looked cool, he had nice hair, great clothes and a one million smile. You like him already. You can't sit still, you can't wait for him to come out in public.That is being materialistic. Liking someone because of their appearance. But this is forgivable, it's the law of marketing.

     You get to know him and either you like him even more or you choose to like another member
     (if he's in a group) or even more cruel, you forget about him, he is just another pretty-face after
     all. This is also forgivable, not everyone can be pleased and you can't like everyone.

    So you are officially a fan. You have all his CDs, his DVDs, you save every picture you see of him,
    you know every word of his songs, you can quote every line he said in an interview, you know
    what he likes, what he doesn't, his birthday, his weight, his height, his clothes, his love, his rings,
    his shoes size.
    He becomes famous, too famous.

    All eyes are on him, especially those who are jealous of his success and those who carry their
    camera 24/7 [24/7 My Heaven~]. You're really happy that he is so successful but you hate to
    share him with other girls, you can't stand critics, you hate it when people talk bad about him.
    How dare they say bad things about him? He's perfect, everything he does is perfect, everything he
    say is right, everything he wears is pretty. How dare his own fans critic him, what kind of fans are
    they?

This is where I come in and say; being a fan is not to like everything the idol does. An idol is still a human and as cliché as it might sound, humans make mistake. Saying fans that critic their idol are not real fans is nonsense. Fans that don't support their idols by downloading their music illegally or don't respect the people around the idol are. It is not because you like everything about your idol that you are the shit. Hell no, you're just a person that don't have a sense of critic. Idols actually need critisms to improve. Critisms don't mean telling what you don't like about them in a rude manner. Everything can be said without offending the other party. Telling the world that you are his number one fan is just plain childish. No you're not. You are extreme, there is always someone more extreme.

"I like him more than you"
That's like saying "My house is bigger than yours, OWNED!"
What is the point in saying that? As a fan, you have nothing to prove to other people except for him by showing your support.

Claiming him isn't better. What is he? An object for you to obsess over?
Where's the respect?

For fun it's okay, but when you get offended because someone else likes him too is just sick.

Liking an idol is not loving someone, liking is not blind, love is. You can say that you're in love with that person but you'll never have any quality contact with that person to love him. You only like him obsessively and that's freaky.
 

Sincerely yours,
                                                           Mady