I do not know my idol. And yet I know it. When fiction meets reality, however, can take an ugly end. This is the two-sidedness of fanfictions. On one side, take a model writes about the man. Digging for any information appetizers digging themselves through the Internet until it is believed to have taken every little Fitzel of valuable facts together. On the other hand ignore the facts and makes his own heroes, such as one likes. On End it is the shell that millions of people around the world knows. And this empty shell is filled with what they longed to, with that of which we dream - in his own way. From the reason, authors of fan fiction are never judged because of something else, than for their construct of creativity and their own opinion.
But back to topic: The bubble that burst in the fiction of the moment in which the real idol does something completely unexpected. I'm not doing today. For twelve years I have several idols. One of them is my grown through the exceptional voice and the no less extraordinary story to my heart. Since the moment which I've thought about this idol a story - and this is now almost eleven years ago - something connects me to him. I form an opinion, think, act like my idol, what would they think, how could be his political views. It is not my idol in this way, but the copy that I created from it - and which I now very well know.
So I had to say today rather shocked that the similarities between reality and fiction tend to zero. The idol of the real world wrote something that would make the idol of fiction ever. Namely unintelligible babble. Gibberish. In capital letters. "Wtf Caps? "I thought to myself, with the Real World Idol can do with the term probably nothing at all. I could have left it at that - to take a look at Twitter, skeptically raise his eyebrow, done. Of course I could not leave it at that, because I still have this urge to learn as much as possible about the Real World Idol. It made me jump a shower after the other on the back as I read how the Real World Idol (again in capital letters, "Wtf caps?") Someone insulted quite rude, in turn, "flamte" the wife of real-world idol. On the one hand, I think to myself "Yes, he is quite right." On the other Hand, I think to myself "What the deuce are you doing such a stupid idea or are you so limited?"
To this day, I kept my idol for real-world intelligent and clever. But I had already often find that reality and fiction can drift very far apart. The Real World Idol married with pomp and pageantry. The fictional idol, however, it may calm, it's thoughtful, occasionally a joker. All in all, my hero, however, understood what life brings to this world with him - with all its ups and downs. The Real World Idol is a devout Baptist and lives in a state where most residents, the Republicans have chosen. My creation however, it may democratically and believe in God, but not as much as his role model. The real-world hero has given his child an absurd name. Heaven forbid that my personal idol developed such a taste. And now this
me the impression was conveyed that I would know my idol. Of course this happened. By reports on television, in magazines, the Internet our heroes are omnipresent. The fascination with Hollywood and the celebrity status of blind us, we will always have the impression that we would know our idol. But we do not know talk, not with them every day, have no part in their lives. We know only what we make of them. Ultimately, we are the ones on The rise and fall decide. At the end of the day away, our notion of a person more and more from reality. I find 'okay. Finally, we have the envelope just borrowed.
But this shock! Old!
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