Status: Living with the in-laws. (Week 10)
Watching: Nothing.
Listening to: Recorded Music.
Reading: A bunch of mangas.
TOPIC: RABID FAN BASES
While I still have the strength and energy to type this out (sick once again--due to stress and a lot of other factors in my life), I wanted to touch base on the rabid fan issue.
Yes...
The RABID FAN.
Recently classified by scientists as an offshoot of the Homo Sapien race of mammals--rabid fans are an eclectic group of harbingers whom have this little nifty power to make their cousin species' sick with aggravation and deep-seeded annoyance
Why?
Because rabid fans can.
Their unique power structure stems from their obssessed love for any particular book or fad which has consumed their sad little lives--which ends being very badly for them.
They cannot discern reality from fantasy--having hooked onto the idea that their target in question will somehow respond and give back what was stolen from them in the first place:
Their lives.
How can you spot a rabid fan a mile away--or anyone else showing symptoms of unnormalcy?
A rabid fan's behavior is a dead giveaway. If they are acting completely out of character or seem to be fixated on something beu-faux specific...?
Steer clear of them and their little armies of gnawing teeth and explosive anger.
You don't want to get them angry. Not one iota.
They seem to believe that whatever made them rabid in the first place, might reciproctate and give them their undivided blessings in retrospect.
By saying, "Thank You!"--for hanging on and making the target's life all that less enriching and more self-important.
Rabid fans can be found dwelling in special groups, borrows, or tidy little holes with chains of flowers and other fauna designed to enhance their little abode--while showcasing a lot of their choice items which is the soul reason why they are rabid in the first place.
Rabid fans are easily spotted by their sharp claws, gnawing teeth, beady little eyes, and choice apparel reflecting why they are so rabid in the first place.
It can be a phrase, a word. a singular title, or even a picture of their dwelling fixation and undying love.
To say something bad about the rabid fans' target of affection (or love) is to invite disaster.
In such dreaded scenarios, the offender is usually found with their arms and legs ripped off at the seams, their impersonables torn completely away from their bodies and their clothes left tattered and in shreds.
In some documented cases, rabid fans have been known to take a trophy part of their targeted aggression and have it on display for the whole entire world to see.
Why?
Rabid fans don't like their god or goddess taken down a peg or beaten into a nice and juicy pulp.
So they have been known to congregate into tightly woven circles; throwing up all kinds of deflector-shield technologies in order to preserve or protect The One from his or her untimely critics or flame-bots.
Rabid fans often have been reported to not have much of a social life and one has to wonder if personal hygiene or grooming is ever required.
So far...
Scientists the world over have yet to confirm or document the inner workings of a rabid fan--only suffice to say that without some on-hand experience in dealing with them...?
All that is written here is pure speculation and shouldn't be taken with a grain of salt--for fear that angering these undomesticated rabid fans will somehow trigger and emotionally aggressive response.
So, the next time you run into a rabid fan or their base, please, please, please...!--give them a wide berth and go about your own lives.
If you ever value them.
End documentary.
