I feel like shipping when you’re a single teenager is tough, because in one sense it fills the void that you have to be invested in a relationship, and on the other it reminds you that you either don’t have one, or the one you had failed, or the future relationship you will have can seem very far away.
So in one way it’s a good thing, but in another way it’s not so great for you, but it’s kind of involuntary, because we all get overly invested in fictional characters anyway. The reason shipping is either really painful or really wonderful is because we WANT the relationship to work out. The same as in our own lives. It’s a reflection of us. That’s WHY we care.
Speaking of giant badgers - the other day we were driving down the interstate somewhere in New Jersey, coming home from the Fleadh, and I yelled, “OH MY GOSH IS THAT A GIANT BADGER IN THE GRASS OVER THERE?????” and there was, what looked like a giant badger, standing up on two legs, there in the grass, with it’s head down. But ‘it’ looked up. Turns out it was the backside of a deer.
I’d seen the stripe of the tail. IT LOOKED LIKE A BADGER FROM REDWALL THOUGH. It was great for about 5 seconds of awesomeness.
And we’re so much younger than the sun.
Ere the bonnie boat was won,
As we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Feel the sea and touch the sky,
And let your soul and your spirit fly
As we sailed into the mystic. — Van Morrison: Into the Mystic
I wanna stay up but I have to get up really early tomorrow.