Problems with fandom

Ever since I first got access to the internet, way back in the High School library, I would look up the bands I loved. A lot of band sites, would have their own forums, where you could speak to fans from all over the world. Disecting albums, and lyrics, comparing collections of scrapbooks and merchandise. It was so much fun. Then MySpace, where you became ‘friends’ with bands, and even learned coding to make your profile look cool.

Over the years, social media has become such a huge part of most of our lives. Musicians, actors, tv presenters, politicians, you can be ‘friends’ with them all. Doesn’t even need to be a person, companies send messages to followers, and build up a familiarity. So, people feel connected with people they’ll never meet, and companies feel like friends. Sometimes people need a reminder that they don’t actually know these people they may chat to on social media, as they begin to feel personally involved.

My time on social media at the moment, seems to circle around Formula 1. It is a sport I have loved since I was a child, where the only contact you had with the teams and drivers was through magazines and the TV show around the race. The content we had to consume, then, was nothing compared to what we have these days. And social media is a massive part of that. As said before, connections are forged between fans and their favourite drivers and teams, and these connections can feel very personal. Which is all great, fantastic for advertising, and often creates great promotion for the sport. The communities are filled with people disecting races, and press conferences, talking about livery releases. It can be a lot of fun. Until it is not.

Because people feel so personally connected and affected by the goings ons and offs around the track, things can get a little tense. People can take it upon themselves to ‘defend’ their hero, and do so by attacking other fans and drivers. Doesn’t sound too bad, folk say, ‘just click off social media’, ‘go outside’. But it can escalate very fast. It becomes less about a person defending their favourite driver, and more attacking the drivers they don’t like. Which starts creating whole other problems.

Lance Stroll from Aston Martin, is a driver which attracts a lot of negativity. His father owns the team, and helps keep his son’s position in Formula 1. And whilst drivers have maintained positions on teams in similar circumstances, some fans have taken to heavily dislike Lance. The issue isn’t people throwing comments into the obyss of the internet, it is people sending Lance fans abuse. Sending death threats. Inundating people with abuse. Last season, a Lance Stroll fan I was friends with over on Twitter, attempted to take their life, because people were sending so much abuse. I don’t know on what planet that is okay. Ever.

It’s like, whilst the lines have blurred, and people are closer to their heroes than ever before, they are also so close it’s become abstract. We are so close that nothing seems real, and people have no attachment with what they say and who they are saying it to. It is not just fan on other fan crimes, either. Earlier this season, French driver, Esteban Ocon, had to release a statement about abuse that was sent to him, his team, and his family. It got so bad, that the hashtag of his name, has been banned from TikTok, due to risk of abuse. There has been racist abuse angled at Yuki Tsunoda and Zhou Guanyu. Lando Norris has had abuse sent to him and his team, including his esports team Quadrant. Last season Max Verstappen and his partner recieved a lot of abuse. Sky sports presenter, Karun Chandhok, has had racist abuse sent to his social media, as well as sent to Sky Sports socials.

Criticism about driving and opinions is one thing, abuse is another. It is not just restricted to formula 1. K-pop bands, movie franchises, boybands, tv series, there are fandoms for almost anything. Situations like the ones I have mention above happen others. Actors and actresses leaving TV shows due to abuse, because the fandom didn’t like their character. Someone speaks poorly about a certain band member, they’d better not sign online.

The point I want to make is that behind every account, whether it be a famous personality or a business, there is a person. A person with feelings and a life. A few years ago someone told me that if I was angry, write down the negativity, if on social media write the comment and save it to drafts. Then, go do something else. Come back in at least 30 minute, 95% of the time, you will simply delete whatever you have written. I find that it stops any angry over-reactions.

Stupid Shopping

As I have got older I think I have fell more out of love with shopping. Not that I was a particular fan of shopping in the first place. Well, I am rather attached to the whole food and coffee thing all connected to shopping, but the actual having to look through shops thing really puts my back up.

If I go to my local Shopping Centre, I have to go in there with a plan on what I actually need. I go to the areas I need to and get out as soon as possible. It is why I have resorted to order most gifts and things from the internet. Less chance to get overwhelmed by all the people and all of the things. The shop I visit the most is the supermarket, and I hate shopping for food more than I hate shopping for clothes. I always end up buying the wrong stuff. I get grumpy with myself.

I don’t know what it is about the whole experience that annoys me so much, really. I have had 40 years to get used to it, and I have only hated it more and more. There are two exceptions, two types of place where I can browse and not get panicked. Music shops and book shops. Obviously it is because these are things I have actual interest in. Food has always been such a loaded subject for me, so it is something I try do shop for a quick as possible. Clothes, are a similar thing. I have grown up with things not being my size, too long or too tight.

If I had a million dollars…

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

I would like to help people, I think. I’d get myself a house and a car. Give some to members of my family, to pay off debts or their mortgage. It would be nice to make people I love have an easier life. I have a few good friends, so I’d maybe give them some too.

I’d like to help fund a counselling programme. Something so folk who have struggled with mental health issues long term, can use their experiences to help those in their communities. Because, I find, a lot of the best advice about mental health, come from those who have dealt with it. And, as someone who has had issues since my teenage years, I would like something productive to come out of it.

I would also like to put money to a conservation project at Preston hill Quarry, in my home town. Set up facilities so people can use the area safely. Try and find a way to protect the area, because it’s the Fife coast, it is an area companies want to build on. I’d like it to be looked after, as proper woodland and coastal areas. Create cycle paths, nature walks, seating areas, curated boards telling you about the history of the area, and the wildlife that call it home. Help generate a bit of local pride about it.

Looking at it all, I’d maybe need slightly more than £1 million.

What to do…

What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

I have had lots of jobs I wanted to do over the years, so I will have to think on what I would do.

Maybe I would like to write a book. Whilst all my interests that I have enjoyed have had peaks and troughs of my attention, books are the one thing that has always been a part of my life. To be able to create something that could reach so many different people would be kind of magical to me.

I do love writing, although I am not always the best at it. I would have no idea what I’d write between fiction and non-fiction. It would be nice to go on an adventure and write about it. Or to be able to create a new fantasy world that would allow the escape of the real world.

It would be nice if I had the focus.

Autumnal Colours

I am one of those people that is cursed by those around me, as Autumn is my favourite season. I love the changing of the seasons, where things get a wee bit more cozy, and trees turn that wonderful shade of orange. Don’t ask where I got the romanticising of dead leaves from, I just like it. The snoods are on, the slippers are own, and we survive of cups of tea. I just like it. I could do without the dark mornings, but that is it.

Pittencreiff Park, Dunfermline

I think I like this time of year because I really struggle with summer. I have never done very well in the heat, so it is nice when it is over. I am a person who prefers the cooler climate, as you can always put extra layers on, but there is so many you can take off without getting in trouble. It is nice, sitting all cozy and reading a book. I always read more during the darker months, which is something that I have been struggling with over the last few months. The only issue is that the weather is doing that back and forth thing, which has left everyone I know with the cold. Yesterday, I was walking around in my t-shirt, today it is back to layering up. No ideal.

I am not the biggest fan of Halloween, pumpkin spice isn’t that great, and fireworks give me the fear. You would think I wouldn’t like this time of year. I do think that it is mostly the change in foliage that I focus on the most.

Back to school

My course with Open University has officially started, and I have been doing some studying today. It is all textbook work so far, and I am trying to write my own notes to put things down in a way that makes sense to me. Which isn’t easy, because a lot of things don’t make sense to me. Something that is not purely unique to uni work. The world can be a confusing place.

I just need to make sure that now things have got started that I sort out my time management, and stick to my schedule. It has always been a weakness for me. As said before, I am okay with work, it is my days off I struggle with. So, maybe I need to run a day off like my work day. Get up, start at 7.30, have my regular break times ( like I would at work), and then finish at 6pm. Or whenever my work is finished. It might be a good shout, because I have been having a lot of problems with my arthritis, so I can’t always be a reliable studier after work. But, that may enable me to read or write in the evenings.

The fear I have is that I may start of alright, but I know I am really bad at sticking to a plan. I am such a defeatist. If I can work this out properly, it’ll be okay. I just need a bit of faith in myself. I know work is about to get real busy, and I have lots of things on, so I will have to be rigid enough that I will stick to a study day, but if something is on, then I can move that study day to another day. And still stick to it.

Life is about challenging yourself, so this will be a good challenge. Well… a hard challenge. But it is said that if a challenge is easy, it isn’t a challenge.

Scheduled it

If this post is online, it means I have not got round to posting today. When I decided to post every day, I wrote up a few backups for if I had a day where I struggled. Either I am busy, or my health has got in the way. The reason I decided to post a backup to schedule in, is because sometimes it’s okay to make plans so that you are still moving forward towards your goals.

So this is a wee message to keep going. Get some backups going for days life isn’t going to plan. Means that things can keep ticking over, whilst you get yourself back together. We got this.

Lost My Stuff

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

I would like to be a rational person and say ‘I don’t need possessions, as long as I have friends and family around me’. But I am not. Sorry to all my loved ones.

I would probably get pretty upset. I am not very good at throwing things away, especially if it’s served a purpose well. Like my slippers, they have holes, they need the bin, but I can’t find any like them, so they must stay. And if I lose anything, I get myself in an angry rage, as if I needed the item yesterday. All that happens is I usually make things worse.

However, if stuff were to just disappear, I’d probably be calm. Like, I’d maybe get upset my computer was gone, or my kindle. But I wouldn’t go out my way to replace everything. Can’t have a messy room if there is nothing in it. So, there would be some element of relief that I didn’t need to actually declutter my mess.

The stuff I’d probably be most upset about losing would be my phone, earphones, and my stuffed Simba toy. Which, when I look at how much stuff I have, is absurd that I’d get worked up over so little.

Photos: Graffiti

Today’s post is a few of my favourite photos taken from over the years.

Vienna, Austria

I like graffiti, especially when it is stylised lettering. I guess another term is ‘street art’, which keeps it separate from the ‘Jonny woz ere’ scrawlings. It can sometimes give colour and character to places people would normally ignore.

Inverkeithing, Scotland
Inverkeithing, Scotland
Oslo, Norway
Glasgow, Scotland
Glasgow, Scotland
Glasgow, Scotland
Oslo, Norway

By the Sea

I live in Scotland, mainly the Kingdom of Fife, which has lots of coastal areas and beaches. Which is scenic, but may not be perfect for a swim due to it being on the North Sea. I have read that the cold water is good for your health, but I have yet to personally experience. I don’t mind the cold, but I have my limits.

Forth Rail Bridge goes across the Firth of Forth.

I grew up seeing the sea from my bedroom, in fact I still do. It’s something that is calming, the sounds of the waves and the smell of salt in the air. In these times, where my mental health has been so poor, being near the water has a grounding affect. If I have a bad day, I try to will myself outside for a walk, and hopefully down to the water. If I can’t, go and watch the cars drive past on the motorway, for some reason this has a similar affect.

I was speaking to a friend, who lives in the USA, and they have about 30 hours to travel to the coast. I have no idea what I’d do. Even when I stayed in a city for study, it was Glasgow and there was the Clyde. Which was great to walk along. I really feel grateful to live in Scotland, in a place where I am so close to the sea.