Disclaimer <or more like why you shouldn’t read this> 1 : Most of this is pure rant. Because I can’t contain myself stuff. You do not need this kind of opinionated negativity in your life. Please stop.
Disclaimer 2 <or more like why you shouldn’t read this> : I can’t stop writing this, even though I’m telling myself that this isn’t going to do any good in the world. And I generally am able to prevent myself from penning more negativity stuff.<since there’s already oodles of it in the <non-fiction> world>
Disclaimer 3<or more like why you shouldn’t read this> : I am that girl who simply can’t let things (and/or people and/or experiences, for that matter) go. I am that girl who still gets embarrassed by the fact that she once laughed so hard in Class 6 at school, that she had snot flying through her nose, in front of the whole class. It is like: letting go is a piece of art in a part of town I can’t ever seem to reach, let alone see that art and then contemplate. Letting go is a concept so alien to my fantasy-addled brain, maybe because you don’t ever have to let go in the fictional world. Sure, characters die, but there’s always imagination and fan-fic and what not.
See how fiction warps my words so.
This is why, I can’t let that tweet go. <the tweet in reference being : Non fiction हरु पढ्न थालेपछि यस्ता कथा, कपिता, उपन्यास त ठग्न लेखिएका हुन् झैँ लाग्ने के ! -@ sandesh__ > Sorry if I may sound rude and prejudiced but how much of fiction are you familiar with, sir? C.S. Lewis? Diana Wynne Jones? Sir Terry Pratchett? Brandon Sanderson? Neil Gaiman? Lev Grossman? Patrick Rothfuss? Tolkien? Jonathan Stroud? Zappia? Madeleine L'Engle? Roald Dahl?
<so not trying to show my literary prowess or anything even remotely as such here but I just had to ask that. Also, I refrained from writing the plains-of-imagination and stuff. >
And this is just a part among the parts of fantasy in fiction that I’ve managed to read <and not explode, but sometimes I do explode. Yes, I’m very prone to explosions, as you may have deduced from this writing itself>in my life. How can you even imagine saying such a - <I know “it is a free world”. I am not to be stopped by logic. <even though the previous bracket originated due to my train of thought being ambushed by logic> I’d already warned you in the Disclaimer 1 about not reading this, as a whole >
I know, everyone s allowed to have opinions. And twitter is for venting. And if we did not vent things like these and just went “Oh well!” instead, there would be a cacophony of “Oh Well!”s in the world.
Every time I read that tweet, I want to utter a battle cry <the battle cry in reference being “WHATEVER!” > , don my armors <all fantasy metals and there’s this once made up of vacuum so that all your bullets will not even brush me, since no medium, HAH! And to prevent the laser or any other light rays, there’s this armor made up of fluid, which no one knows anything about, because I made it, double HAH! > and battle with you <in all multiverses> till death do us apart. Let me remind you, I have legions of dragons. And we are not stopped as easily as my train of thought.
How can you judge an entire genre without even knowing <perhaps> a small part of it? And if you have read fiction, how could you? I’m not comparing non-fiction to fiction here. Why would you even compare two genres?
Now, I’m just terribly sad because even people who read <like you> compare genres.
P.S. This makes no sense, I know.