Being a fangirl, I love.

Being a fangirl isn’t the healthiest lifestyle. Your sleeping patterns are an absolute mess, your eating schedule is probably equally bad, I sometimes eat too much and sometimes too little. My mind is usually in far off places, whether they be far geographically speaking like in a galaxy far far away, or a long way into the timeline of humanity, like the rise of a new generation having to deal with poverty and oppression. You’d think I’d stop. Ha.

I love being a fangirl. I love it so much I literally can’t even.

I love loving things so much that they bring me to tears instantly, that they can call up a smile to my lips with a snap of the fingers, that they can make me forget everything – problems, troubles, sadness, sleepiness – with a single face, with a single word, with a single picture.

You have no idea how much I can love something that doesn’t exist, and you have no idea how much I love that and love that I love that. Something, someone that I can’t go visit nor can even know of my existence, or maybe someone that can in fact, by some miracle realize I exist. I think it’s amazing to love so unconditionally, because loving is what humans do best you know, and I think it’s amazing, I think it’s magical.

I love being a fangirl, I really really do. And I can repeat this phrase as often as I am asked, “what are you even talking about?” and never tire. Because I’m a fangirl and I dedicate my time, energy and love to boy bands and their music that has me dancing like a clown in the middle of my room, to fictional stories and people that have me apparently laughing, crying, yelling at nothing and for no reason in front of my classmates, to things that you may think are not important, nonexistent if you wish, that should not be a priority but, in their and my own defense I just ask you this: what is the purpose of life, if not to find what you love and then love it more than humanly possible?

A wizard, a jedi, a vampire, a runner, a rebel, a boy band, a dork or two, a song, a show, a story, a world… a whole world.

I love them tremendously and I laugh with them hysterically, I cry for them miserably and I yell at them indignantly … and, and they can’t hear me. They can’t see me. They don’t know me. But I can. I do. And I love it. It’s my favorite thing in the world.

- Vanessa