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I’ve observed a curious phenomenon going around ArmitageWorld these past few weeks. Writers have been enthusing how much Richard Armitage has affected their lives. Through his work, they’ve tapped into a higher level of creativity and its output. Comments have chimed in to agree. This sentiment is not unusual, after all we are fans. Enthusing about out object of affection is what we do. The curious part is I seem be like a tiny island in this ocean of effusiveness.
Don’t get me wrong; I like the guy. He’s talented, intelligent, gorgeous and seems a genuinely nice bloke. I enjoy his work and look forward to future projects. I’ve seen almost all his roles – once. Listened to most of his audios -once. I might journey across the pond to see him onstage – maybe twice. It’s as if I soak it all in, visually and aurally and then I’m sated. My mind has recorded and cataloged it. I have no impulse to watch his stuff repeatedly from start to finish. Oh, I will watch a favorite scene again for screen-caps or discussion but you won’t find me sitting through an entire episode of Robin Hood. Having said all that, I admit to revisiting both his TV and print interviews more because I find RA the man much more interesting. As hinted by the title of my blog, “The Watcher” I like to observe people and unravel their mystery. As Servetus has blogged on identity (the cite which I can’t find), we can never really know what is behind a celebrity veneer besides what they want us to see. My observations tell me RA has still waters that run quite deep. But that’s another post.
Anyway, I’ve have pondering the creativity issue. I’m unsure why RA hasn’t affected me as much as others. It could be the nature of my personality. It could be my longevity in fandom and a sense of having been there done that. It could be a certain jadedness creeping in. However, I do know that his fan community has had a bigger impact on me. Servetus’s fascinating blog introduced me to a community of mature, intelligent, educated, thoughtful women and it’s through their creativity that I feel inspired to write again. I suppose in a sense, RA while a captivating man, is not real to me. He exists in another closed snow globe world where I can watch the flakes fall for a while, before moving on to something else. It’s his fans with whom I feel connected. Although we may not be acquainted in real life, we share the same thoughts, concerns, woes, livelihoods, and workaday lives. Because I can identify, I feel more motivated by the fanfic, videos, artistry and blogs. I think, “if she can do it, I can do it.” While RA is easy on the mind, as it were, I think we don’t give ourselves as fans enough credit for the level of enthusiasm and creativity we inspire in each other.
Or am I missing something here?
Rest assured I do like me some pretty, repeatedly. So I leave you with a lovely one tweeted today by RichardArmitageNet.com: