Friday 25 July 2014

I fucking hate Harry Potter

Just to make this absolutely clear, this blog post only represents the views of Rachel. Mari is in complete disagreement.

God I fucking hate harry potter.

I got myself into a conversation about it and that was a huge mistake because I start off just a little sarcastic and then slowly degenerate into blind, seething rage. 

That name, those two fucking words attached to a franchise translated into god knows how many languages and brought to us through the glory of modern cinema just makes my fucking blood boil. Those two words are a euphemism for 'Rachel's miserable time at school' because in my head those two words are followed by "I'm not allowed that."
(This is going to be a fucking self indulgent few hundred words) 

Imagine being the kid that, at the most anticipated part of the primary school day for everyone- what everyone looks forward to as a shared experience, had to leave the classroom in front of everyone and go to the library alone. Why would this happen? Well, because her mother found out they were going to be reading harry potter as a class and made a complaint to the school, having her child removed from that lesson. 
Imagine being the kid that, at Christmas when everyone let their hair down and watched movies in class, had to put their hand up and say that a movie couldn't be played. The kid that got glared at by an entire class as another word puzzle was handed out to do in silence because the teacher had no other ideas. Why would this happen? Because this child had been scared to death by her parents that harry potter would corrupt her and her friends and she should never know a thing about it, and she must be as vocal as possible in renouncing its evils.
Imagine having just a few things at school that allowed you to talk to people; being a bit nerdy and liking Doctor Who and loving to read. And then imagine your couple of friends about to start a conversation about the latest book that's coming out, pulling a face and then wandering off because they think they'll get a sermon and a bath in holy water if they mention harry potter in your presence.

That fucking series, book and film, made me miserable. So fucking miserable and alone. I know it was my parents' fault, but they will never see the bad in what they did. In fact, my parents were convinced I went behind their backs and kept up with all of that stuff anyway. I would much rather be angry at a faceless franchise.

Sadly it doesn't remain faceless when your friends love it, and your girlfriend adores it and writes fanfiction about it, they become targets of all this anger for no reason. There are few people who share my position; I have never actually met any, but I'm pretty sure they exist. This only adds to my frustration. I'm beginning to question how I can be with a person willing to give so much time and love to something that makes me so miserable. Not in as much as it is selfish of her to do so, by all means she is entitled to do the things she loves. I think the more confusing thing is the fact that she hasn't yet left me over how hateful I become with this subject and how willing I am to drive it into the ground right in front of her.It's a horrible thing of me to do. 

The anger has finally burned to embers. This seems like such a simple issue, either watch the movies and read the books or just drop it. But that does't get me my friends back and un-bully me, I can't get past this resentment or I just can't see a way past it right now. I'm truly sorry to Mari for being a complete bitch but I can't promise it won't happen again and I can't just get over it.