Harry Potter
Off to see the first half of the final film soon (dressed in my special Harry Potter t-shirt, of course). It's weird, even though the books are over now, it doesn't feel as though it's really over until the films are done too, (even though they're terrible in comparison). Or maybe it'll just never be over.
I mean, I've been obsessed since I was six years old, I don't expect it all to just switch off like flicking off the light, but a part of me feels like maybe it's time to let it go. Like, I'm stuck in the past a little bit, because that glee I got from reading the books first time around is associated with childish behaviour, because I still react in the same fashion to Harry Potter discussions in pretty much the same way as I did back then (but with a larger vocabulary now, of course). A larger part of me laughs at this small part and encourages it to jump off a cliff and die, because we're never letting Harry go.
I don't actually want to let him go, though. I mean, for one thing, thirteen years is a long time. Maybe I just need to learn to have a more mature relationship with Harry? Who really knows? I'm still obsessed with it, I'm just a little less happy about that obsession these days. I'm still a proud HP fan, but ngl, my less happy to be obsessed state probably stems from the terrible ending of DH. Yup, I'm an EWE person. I had to restrain myself from tearing those pages out of my copy tbh. Although, I loved Albus Severus. In my head canon, he's Ron and Harry's mpreg child, is all.
But our love is a true love- I could never really let him go. There isn't much of me that doesn't stem back from being a Harry Potter fan. My mum said; "you talk about it as though it's what defines you as a person". And I think she might be right. I'm pretty sure that if you took Harry out of the equation, there wouldn't be much of me left. Every other interest of mine is a kind of shallow veneer that attempts to cover what's underneath. I think, for the first time in my life, I'm actually beginning to see that objectively, Harry may no longer be what's best for me.
I mean, I've been obsessed since I was six years old, I don't expect it all to just switch off like flicking off the light, but a part of me feels like maybe it's time to let it go. Like, I'm stuck in the past a little bit, because that glee I got from reading the books first time around is associated with childish behaviour, because I still react in the same fashion to Harry Potter discussions in pretty much the same way as I did back then (but with a larger vocabulary now, of course). A larger part of me laughs at this small part and encourages it to jump off a cliff and die, because we're never letting Harry go.
I don't actually want to let him go, though. I mean, for one thing, thirteen years is a long time. Maybe I just need to learn to have a more mature relationship with Harry? Who really knows? I'm still obsessed with it, I'm just a little less happy about that obsession these days. I'm still a proud HP fan, but ngl, my less happy to be obsessed state probably stems from the terrible ending of DH. Yup, I'm an EWE person. I had to restrain myself from tearing those pages out of my copy tbh. Although, I loved Albus Severus. In my head canon, he's Ron and Harry's mpreg child, is all.
But our love is a true love- I could never really let him go. There isn't much of me that doesn't stem back from being a Harry Potter fan. My mum said; "you talk about it as though it's what defines you as a person". And I think she might be right. I'm pretty sure that if you took Harry out of the equation, there wouldn't be much of me left. Every other interest of mine is a kind of shallow veneer that attempts to cover what's underneath. I think, for the first time in my life, I'm actually beginning to see that objectively, Harry may no longer be what's best for me.