Uncomplete Dissection

Okay. Today I'm dealing with a very semi-important issue. Many of you have read my never-ending blogs about it, and my bitch-fits and damning. This is about Twilight.

I hate it. I detest it. Although it's not really for the reasons you all think. These reasons, while valid, just help my hate, not cause it.

Let me start with this:

I love fantasy. The myths, the stories, the fiction. With this, I also love fantasy, the supernatural. I love fiction. It's a very important part of my life. I cannot imagine my life without being able to read some of my favorite fantasy books out there. I just can't. If I couldn't, I would be missing a vital part of my life. I know this sounds a little weird to you guys, but think of how weird it is to me. :P

I was the little kid (age 10-11) who would wake up at 3:30 Am on a Saturday to watch early re-runs of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. I was the little kid who was obsessed with Harry Potter and his adventures, in love with the world that Rowling provided for me. I was the little fifth grader who would stay up late past his bedtime (at least back then lol) to watch new/old episodes of Charmed.

I would safely say I was a hardcore fan of almost anything involving witches, vampires, werewolves, and magic.

Hell, I even like Angel.

I went through somewhat of a dry-spell during middle school, caring more about popularity and creating my own little "gangsta/rapper" world. Safe to say, it didn't pan out. However, while I was doing this, my imagination wouldn't leave me alone, attacking me with stories about witches, magic and the supernatural. I would make stories, but for whatever reason, could never write them down.

This continued up until a few years ago, around the end of my freshman year. My father died.

This caused me to take the fantasy-love up again. I began reading Buffy fanfiction, since they had stopped airing re-runs. I watched as many re-runs as I could of Charmed, reliving my old days. I started re-reading my old copies of the Harry Potter books (1-5), getting lost in that magical world again. I discovered manga. Bleach and Naruto more than anything. Hellsing.

I started reading Laurell K. Hamilton's work at the age of 14.

The really dark ones, too. I remember the first book I read was "Bloody Bones." The second was "The Lunatic Cafe" and I then skipped to "Danse Macabre" which led me to "Incubus Dreams." These books made my life for a good while. Reading about vampires and magic and such- it made me happy in a way I can't fully comprehend.

This made me look farther into history and mythology. Wikipedia and its macabre storage of ancient facts and beliefs became my normal haunting ground. Ancient gods and goddesses became my regular playmates. I became so immersed in other people's work, and into my own imagination.

And I loved every single second of it.

I could say this caused me to not develop adequate social skills, which is why I say I'm too immature. I say this when people ask me why I don't have a girlfriend. I would rather just have a lot a friends. It's how I am. If I truly wanted someone I would go find her. I would go get one. But i don't. I just...like being nice. Hanging out, chillin' with my friends. Lol.

Anyway, back to the main point.

We've established that i was hardcore into fantasy. I still am. More so than before. I would look up the vampire myths and supernatural and occult things. This eventually caused me to pursue writing as a career, because I wanted to put my stories into paper. Have other people read it, see those stories. The adventures. I was also a sticker for research. I would look things up, and if they were completely out of the realm of possibility, I would search for a way to make them fit. I would put my vampire characters as actually vampires. The cross thing, the garlic thing, the sunlight thing, the stake-through-the-heart thing. I loved doing that. :D

This is why Twilight offends me so much. The writing is bad, truthfully, and so is the plot, but mainly, it's the mythology.

Why the fuck would Mayer create these creatures and classify them as 'vampires'? They aren't. At all!! Who gave her the right to whore out the vampire fanatic culture, to whore out the supernatural like that? I loved the fact that it made me different, that inside, I wasn't like anyone else, no matter how much I denied it when I was younger. I was different.

Now I have all of these little "Twatlighters" whoring out what was once mine, mine and that of a few other people. You know, I can't say I like reading or watching about vampires without someone assuming I've read the Twilight series? It irks me to no end. I hate the fact that Stephanie Meyer whored out something so....me.....to a whole bunch of teenagers. What gave her that right? I was the little kid who would watch re-runs of Buffy at the break of dawn, who had his nose stuck in a Harry Potter novel or an Anita Blake novel, respectively.

I know many of you will be like...WTF? to this post, but i had to say exactly why I hate Twilight so much, behind the fact that Meyer cannot write. This Twilight thing, whenever someone assumes I like vampires because I read it, it hurts something inside me. That little boy who would bitch out anyone who would dare say anything about what he liked. I'm not him anymore. And this thing just angered something inside me. It just turned a whole generation of teens into little posers, who want to be like me, how I was. Trust me, I've heard people who profess to love vampires, and the only piece of vampire literature is Twilight.

I hate it.

Ugh. I just had to get this off my chest. Hope you guys won't get too freaked out. Lol! However, if you do, I understand. ^_^