Months ago, I sat upon a tiger pattern couch, in a friends lounge room...talking about the fandom, of which we are a part of.
And though there were a number of us there, my friend and I were the main contenders of this conversation. For of our little cluster that night, we had been active in the community for the longest, and as such have had plenty of time to develop our opinions.
We talked about the oddities, the neurotic personalities, and the quirks, that make up our community. And we were quite heavy into our social tennis match of opinions and experiences, when I said somewhat vehemently,
an awkward and interesting group, I know many in our community that lack some small social skill that would allow them to fit in, for we feel we do not fit in with the majority, and as such find solace in our subculture.
And though this may be true to some extent, and a harsh truth at that, it was also my downfall that evening. I was high a-top my horse, riding the social winds of flowing and energetic conversations, confident in what I was saying was right.
It was at this point another of our company looked deep into the tabletop, and said.
every time our community comes together, we always seem talk about the faults, of other furs.
And I felt ashamed.
Because it was true.
Although the strange actions and social quirks of our community do exist, I talked about them as if I was above it all.
My horse was dashed from beneath me, the cusp of the wave splashed weakly against the shallow reef, and I was left bruised and dripping in the slow sinking knowledge that I was, to some extent, being an asshole.
So I would like to thank you my friend, for helping me see reason beneath the shimmering veneer of my opinions, and dive
into a humbling, calmer depths.
For although I meant no insult or curse upon our fandom, I realized I saw myself above the shallow flow of drama, but was instead riding atop its chaotic rapids.
So when the waterfall of his words came and plunged me, shocked and surprised by my own opinions into the depths of that cool ocean, I was happy.
I would count a good friend as someone who can join you in a verbal fencing match, an elegant thrust and parry of opinions. But a good friend is also someone who can tell you when you are holding yourself too high, and help you down into calmer waters.
And although I meant no disrespect or lack of love for my community, I apologize for thinking myself above the drama. It felt good to see reason and embarrassment in my opinions, and to have them changed as a result.
On that particular evening I was very glad to have friends to help remind me how to be