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Hi guys hope you’re all doing ok today.
Just wanted to talk about something. I’m not sure if anyone can relate or if I’m in a minority here.
Although my family and friends knew that I liked MJ and his music, they were not aware of the extent of my “fandom” as it were. They never knew that I spend a part of every day on message boards, viewed countless videos and pictures and listened to his music so often. They didn’t even know that I talked to other fans or had tickets to see him in concert in London. I always defended him whenever anyone said anything ignorant about him etc, but I was never able to tell those nearest and dearest to me just what MJ meant to me. This was nothing to do with him. I wasn’t ashamed of him or anything like that. Its just that I was raised in a way that did not allow me to share my soul with anyone. What I mean is, I let people see the “real” me, but I kept a part of me to myself, my “inner soul”. Maybe I just didn’t want to get hurt or was afraid of something. I don’t know. But MJ lives in the deepest, deepest part of my heart, the part no one can get close to. Its just not physically and mentally possible for me to tell anyone. I could put the feelings into a piece of writing or something, but I can’t actually admit the whole truth.
I never told anyone how I felt during the trial, that I was spending most of my time reading the court transcripts or conducting research or writing articles defending him. I never told anyone the stress I was under or that my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what was happening. They didn’t know how invested I was in his wellbeing. They just knew that I thought he was innocent and that I believed in him.
They never knew I prayed for him, cried for him, agonised over his fate, thought about him every day. They never knew how much I learnt from him, how much I cared about him or anything like that.
So these last few weeks have been hell, but no one actually knows how much it hurts. My family are of course upset he died and they know I really liked him but that’s about it. They don’t know about the loss, because as far as they’re concerned he wasn’t mine to lose.
Just wanted to share.
Just wanted to talk about something. I’m not sure if anyone can relate or if I’m in a minority here.
Although my family and friends knew that I liked MJ and his music, they were not aware of the extent of my “fandom” as it were. They never knew that I spend a part of every day on message boards, viewed countless videos and pictures and listened to his music so often. They didn’t even know that I talked to other fans or had tickets to see him in concert in London. I always defended him whenever anyone said anything ignorant about him etc, but I was never able to tell those nearest and dearest to me just what MJ meant to me. This was nothing to do with him. I wasn’t ashamed of him or anything like that. Its just that I was raised in a way that did not allow me to share my soul with anyone. What I mean is, I let people see the “real” me, but I kept a part of me to myself, my “inner soul”. Maybe I just didn’t want to get hurt or was afraid of something. I don’t know. But MJ lives in the deepest, deepest part of my heart, the part no one can get close to. Its just not physically and mentally possible for me to tell anyone. I could put the feelings into a piece of writing or something, but I can’t actually admit the whole truth.
I never told anyone how I felt during the trial, that I was spending most of my time reading the court transcripts or conducting research or writing articles defending him. I never told anyone the stress I was under or that my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what was happening. They didn’t know how invested I was in his wellbeing. They just knew that I thought he was innocent and that I believed in him.
They never knew I prayed for him, cried for him, agonised over his fate, thought about him every day. They never knew how much I learnt from him, how much I cared about him or anything like that.
So these last few weeks have been hell, but no one actually knows how much it hurts. My family are of course upset he died and they know I really liked him but that’s about it. They don’t know about the loss, because as far as they’re concerned he wasn’t mine to lose.
Just wanted to share.