About two weeks ago, I hibernated from Twitter.
I have been a fangirl for most of my life. I am not new to arguing on the internet; people who knew me from the bandstalker and K-pop era know that too well. I don’t mince words. I say what I want to say. When I choose to get involved on something, I see it through the end.
But this current fandom of mine is different. In my decade-and-a-half experience on social media, this is the first time where people actually wait for whatever I will say, just to pounce on it. They don’t stop even if I stopped.
I went underground not because I can’t defend myself. As far as I’m concerned, I did nothing wrong. I know I did nothing wrong. I also know that what happened to me was brought about by extreme bitterness of my very existence in this fandom and not because they are *concerned* about the well-being of our supported artist. In order to protect the artist and the group that I’m in, I have to stay quiet.
I brought my Twitter back today to show support for Alden Richards. He’s appearing on Encantadia for the first time, and there’s a Twitter-trending thing that I want to participate in. I got attacked as soon as I posted my first Tweet fresh from hibernation. I got welcomed with more mockery of my existence.
I should be sad. I should be angry. But why should I, when I have this photo from last night’s impromptu gathering with Alden and Alden International that I could look at?
They can wallow in their bitterness all they want. I’m happy. We’re happy. Who cares what other people think, say and do? As that Mariah song would say, “they can try, but they can’t take that away from me.”