to fan or not to fan

(a 'die hard' fan of football)

to fan means to hold huge likings or enthusiasm to someone, a band, a group of musicians, movie stars, some guys, some girls, some chicks, some dudes, a writer, a movie director, a dancer, a tennis player, a soccer team, some people inhibiting some areas, a dog, a cat, any animal ever played a movie, some robots, some boxes that can talk or eat in fictions, a future president (like picture bellow) and etcetera and etcetera



why not to fan

as a huge, an avid lover, a devotee, it has been assumed that the next stage after deep craving and loving is to loop over the hole to become maniacs intending to kill your subject of affection , at least eventually (hahaha)

take the case of John Lennon's murder, the killer-guy, whose in fact is still in prison -and continuously has his plea rejected by our beloved Yoko- was the head of Lennon's fans club.

this is a good example where a massive amount of love can breached the highest limit where we expect that feelings to be repaid, returned, at worse with the same amount of appreciation. And when it didn't, it's easy to be devastated by feelings of disappointment and heart break..



scary huh?

I once watched an old documentary of Franky Sahilatua's concert back in the nineties where a guy, who was skinny and bald headed, probably relates much of his life to Franky's lyrics, suddenly rushed from the back of the stage, jumped on and dashing in to hug him, yet our beloved ballad-star pushed him over, gave him a 'get the fuck off me or I'll kabong your skull with this 20 pounds Yamaha guitar' look and shouted for a security guard.. which is not a wrong thing to do, but surely devastated the guy..

but it's hard not to be a fan, which sometimes simply an accumulation of adoration and appreciations pilled up after time unconsciously.

Admiring musicians' compositions, the efforts and complexity they put in rare masterpieces, is hard to avoid, especially with the hardship of not acknowledging a good work.

Or compelling acts, excellent cry set in the eighties played by P Diddy, or simple exclamations behind the barb wire played by Pamella Anderson.. imagine yourself being their fans..

just this Sunday, a huge fan of a local artist named.. hmmm.. eniweys she followed him everywhere, she knew what his recent activities are including his recent cooking award, what he usually do during his lazy Sundays, his routine activities on different days, what he likes, what he dislikes, what he gave for his mother on Christmas, his favorite color, his dog's name, his dog's favorite color, everything, that when she showed up at Nova Tabloid's annual event to track this guy down -and because this guy is the brand ambassador of a cheap ketchup brand supporting the event, he was there(silly huh?)- she cheered and later was asked to come up for jokes. And so she embarrassed herself heartlessly for the longest 30 minutes ever..

it's ironic how some people consider making fun of others a good humor

one will need to draw the line, of which to love themselves more or to sacrifice their dignity for these worthless scums who won't even remember their name in the next 2 hours. Appreciating with ease but not putting them too high on the pedestal..



Or if insisted to become a die hard fan, chose those who will love you back no matter what; such as their mother or grand mother (in some cases of course)

but isn't that the way to go?