[Teh Crazy, it BREEDS.]

Oh fandom. :-*

What with the crazy wank and all, I feel all nostalgic and verklempt, so I was gonna take the excuse and try to write a ficlet where it was sort of H/L because Harry was talking to Luna (about Ginny and why it just didn't work out-- and I can see her listening calmly, and like, knitting hats for unicorns while maybe thinking of that time last week she and Ginny... ahem) and how the reason it didn't work out was 'cause he kept having these visions, what felt like memories of an alternate life/past/future where he was bonking Draco (and does Draco have these visions too??) ahahah, anyway-- all in good unambitious time-travel fun. And then.... Then... since I was also randomly surfing but all ljs lead to HP-- I woke up.

In other words, I found the mostly-naked!Dan manip of DOOM. *____* I can't even -think- anymore. Wow. Mind wiped. But this is the good kind of crazy, so it's all a-okay.
    PS: That pic just needs one singing along to 'If Ya Think I'm Sexy' for the complete effect, methinks (so I uploaded it) :D :D :D

MAY THE SPORK GOD SAVE US ALL. *___*

EDIT - I actually agree with whoever said in the comments in that place that this has served to help my faith in fandom, btw. I've seen the worst of human nature, of the willingness to deceive ourselves and others, of vicious group-think that turns into witch-hunting, of good intentions turned just horrid and charitable impulses utterly twisted, loyalty turned to delusion and obfuscation-- but I've also seen the best. I've seen people supporting each other, being honest with themselves and each other, and being willing to do the right thing, the honest thing, and the compassionate thing, especially when it counts.

We're not all a bad bunch of apples, y'know? And if nothing else, if this present (and past) craziness has served to show that much, it's not been time wasted.

[ahhh, my old trusty soap-box...]

Actually, this wank rehash touches upon one of my favorite causes/pet issues: the question of whether sometimes you shouldn't tell the truth to protect adults who might be hurt by the knowledge (especially when other adults would be vindicated or helped in some way).
    The question was touched upon here and elsewhere-- with a lot of people saying nothing more than 'why do you care after so long?' with 'so long' being only a few years.

I don't know where to even start with this, but I feel like I should try, mostly for my own benefit:
    First of all, there's the basic truth that if we ignore and don't think about our own history (as a fandom group, and as human beings in the particular and the general sense), we are doomed to repeat it. Secondly, in purely emotional terms, repressing painful memories isn't healthy, and the more you put off thinking about (and dealing with!) difficult issues, the harder they'll come to bite you in the ass later. Thirdly, 'the so-called truth', no matter how much it hurts, is all we have going for us as a race to protect us from our own idiocy, because love and nearly every other positive emotion can be perverted and used to serve destructive ends through the bias and delusion that is part of how we -deal- with strong emotional investments.

Basically, the facts as best we can ascertain them are all that's keeping us from hanging our Galileos while screaming about how the earth is flat. In a way, the truth is a -focus- to use to properly apply love and compassion in a practical sense rather than becoming fooled (either overly trusting or overly paranoid).

I guess it's just that people who knock the very idea of thinking about the past-- any form or area of it-- seem to be walking that dangerous edge of conscious denial that leads to all sorts of future pain, misjudgment and prejudice. And of course-- of course the truth will be painful at times-- and I'll go so far as to say the -real- truth about ourselves & each other is going to be painful -100%- of the time. But does that mean we should close our eyes and shut our mouths? Does that mean we should just-- put surface comfort & the shallow bliss of ignorance above real peace and healing and the self-knowledge & other information that's necessary for these things?

You may think it's a long way from 'who cares what happened in some pointless corner online 3 years ago' to 'who cares what happened in Hiroshima in 1945', and I admit it's a long freaking ways-- but. It's all about the attitude, I believe. Don't treat the pebble as if it was a mountain, but don't forget that it's part of a mountain, and that it's with enough pebbles that mountains are born.