The Odd Life of a Fangirl

Since we are essentially communicating, ignoring your lack of existence, I think you need to know certain things about me. Why?, you ask. Why, because I say so. Argument invalid.
So where was I?
Yes. Me. 
I am a fangirl. And I have no regrets.
Fangirls or fanboys, for that matter, are a breed of humans who are, for a lack of better term, awesome. For your benefit, I will explain to you what being a fangirl/boy entails.
We are nerds. And proud. We find solace in Harry Potter marathons and the fact that Arthur will return to this world once again. We scream at the sight of a weeping angel and squeal in glee when we hear or see the number 'four'.
Being a fangirl is hard. You live so many lives, you die so many times. You are engulfed in grief one second and the other you are jumping with joy. It's an emotional roller-coaster, it's wonderful.
It doesn't mean that we belong to any one fandom, it embraces fandoms of any and every kind. We are so proud of our fandoms that we proclaim enthusiastically, our fandom status.
For example, I, very proudly, state that I am a Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Divergent, Hunger Games, Glee, Merlin and Game of Thrones fan.
We are a passionate lot. We don't settle for phrases like, 'It was nice' 'Yeah, I really liked that movie', we go all out declaring our undying love for the said movie, 'IT WAS AMAZING', 'I'M GOING TO WATCH THIS MOVIE A HUNDRED MORE TIMES'.
We don't have to underplay our affection and fondness for a character or a pairing. 
And we don't just settle for reading the book or liking the character. We need a full backstory of each and every character related to the character we like. We scour Youtube for videos or interviews related to the fandom.
We are easily pleased and are more often than not, socially awkward. We often find ourselves unable to hold a normal conversation with one of the 'mundanes', without launching into an in depth discussion of how the Doctor may be real (He is.)
Having said all that, being a fangirl isn't very easy always. You are always pining for a huge, hairy giant to knock on your door and tell you that 'Yer a wizard!' or You constantly scan the skies for a blue Police Call box. 
And the unrequited love. Oh, the unrequited love. 
There is a constant hollowness in our hearts, knowing that Colin Morgan, Tom Felton, Daniel Radcliffe, Bradley James, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Benedict Cumberbatch, Jared Padalecki AND SO MANY MORE, will never be yours. Knowing that however much you love a character, they will ,in fact, remain fictional.
Then there is the constant, 'It's just a movie' or 'It's just a TV show!'. 
I have lost count of all the times I have to explain to somebody that it isn't just that to us. 
It's so much more. We get attached quickly and it's almost impossible to let go. 
My best friend has stopped thinking that it's weird that I break down crying after watching Merlin's last episode or Doctor Who. She has come to accept that it's all real to me. 
Now some might say that we don't have a sense of reality. True, we don't, but there is a fine line between a fangirl and a crazy bi***. 
What I can't explain to you, my imaginary friend, is the joy on hearing someone quote an obscure line from your fandom or see another person wear the T Shirt of your fandom.
As John Green very correctly states, Nerds win at life (It's not a direct quote). 
We are very easy going, and fun to be with. If you get used to the constant exclamation of excitement over fictional characters and exaggerated descriptions of awesomeness of a movie or book. Because we don't do subtle. 
Now I have to go and watch Doctor Who. 
Ciao
River Targaryen
(My new supermegafoxyawesome identity, based on two of the most awesome-est female characters ever)

I was bored.

Dear Henri,
If my brain hasn't stewed to a heated mush in this awful summer heat, then thank the lord for His small mercies.
Moving on from the gross description of the possible state of my brain right now, let me get to a very pressing issue. Boredom.
Having nothing to do and sit around the whole day in an air conditioned room, freedom to watch as much TV as you want, sounds like a dream. At least it did to me.
But as much as I try to deny it, I have contracted the worst possible phenomenon a teenager can face. Boredom. Sheer boredom has been eating my brain and making me weep endlessly in frustration, since the onset of these vacations. 
And believe me, I have tried everything. I have read through all my books, watched all movies which were unseen and watched them again, re-watched Friends over and over again. The boredom got to such extremes that I (you might want to sit down while reading this one) I even tried to EXERCISE!.
Shocking, I know.
So with painfully aching muscles from my valiant, yet ultimately failed, efforts at working out, I write this letter to you, oh imaginary friend (possibly French and a Chris Hemsworth look-alike at that) , with great pains. I am bored.
To others it might seem a fickle matter. 'Go out and explore' they say. These 'others' don't know how hard it is to get motivated and leave Doctor Who or to put aside a book and go out and enjoy the delights the great outside has to offer. 
Us lazy people, we are stuck wallowing in the dark pit, that is boredom.
Cringing everytime I hear the word 'sports', I am a creature who is happiest when crying over a dying Arthur (Spoilers!) or shouting insults at the demons of Supernatural. 
Contrary to popular belief, boredom comes rarely to people of my kind. We are so happy in our little worlds, fighting over different ships (to the uninitiated, ships are two real or fictional characters paired together romantically by fans), discussing the possibility of the Doctor existing in real life and of course, planning the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
What I'm trying to say here is that, we rarely have time to get bored. But here I am. Bored.
You may guess the state of my mind by my inane ramblings. 
This has prevented me from enjoying the blissful time that is these vacations, and wallow in self pity. But no more.
I have made it my mission to destroy the dark force that is this boredom and ENJOY the rest of my freedom, from college and what not.
Even if it means reading trashy romance novels, or having a superhero movie marathon.
So for now, this is it. I will return to Chris Hemsworth and his biceps, while you can go back to doing whatever non existent, imaginary people do over the summer.
May the Force be with you.
Ciao.