the blog i never update

Uploading a whole bunch of Digimon icons onto my inksome account has made me realise how much I miss it. Everything associated with it, really.

* The days when I used to get up at 7 AM on a Sunday morning just to watch the newest episode.
* The days when I would get angry and rage at the television when I'd woken up at 7 AM on a Sunday morning to watch a the newest episode only to discover that they'd gone back to the beginning to repeat the whole series from the start. Again. (I never did figure out why...)
* The way I'd watch the repeats again until it caught up to where it was abruptly cut off last time just because I loved it that much, and so ended up watching the first half of the series at least five or six times.
* The way mitbix and I would shamelessly create mary sue after mary sue and write terrible fanfiction to go with it and not even care.
* The way the rest of fandom would shamelessly create mary sue after mary sue and not even care, in fact, the way we embraced each others' mary sues, and hell, just have fun with them!
* All the friends I made through and because of that fandom, all those years ago... only three of whom I'm still in contact with, unfortunately. (Hi there Jess, Tatsie, Orca.) I almost never make friends through fandom anymore. I kind of miss that.
* The amazing dub that never seemed to bother us, no matter how dorky the lines or the voice acting was.
* The way I actually managed to convince my entirely far-too-wild imagination that I was a digidestined (I was 12, okay, I was exactly the right age!) and was just waiting to be sucked into the digital world...

I really miss those carefree days. Life's a lot more boring as an adult. It's not the extra responsibility or the loss of innocence-- I don't really think I was ever really innocent, to be honest, I was a devil child-- or even the day-to-day dredge. It's the realisation of the barrier between fantasy and the real world. The realisation that you're never going to be a magical girl, or sucked into an alternate dimension, or abducted by aliens, or be a pokemon master, or be picked up by The Doctor, and your cats are never actually going to suddenly grow moons on their foreheads and start talking to you. You can still dream, of course. You can always still dream.

But you're firmly aware that that's all they are.