Or to be more clear, people who (supposedly) really think they’re vampires bug me. I think your regular, every day, run-of-the-mill vampire is fine- you know, Gary Oldman, The Count from Sesame Street, even The Lost Boys. But those individuals that: Don’t go out during the day; sleep in coffins; only wear black; claim they only eat raw meat and only drink blood. Around Halloween, there’s always a story or two on TV about people that “live” this way and apparently, truly believe they’re vampires.
I don’t get it.
I have no problems with any of these aforementioned activities (well, maybe drinking blood), but just because they participate in these sorts of things, does it make them the living dead? If I decided to eat goats, live under a bridge, and demand toll for crossing, would that make me a troll? Wearing a ten-gallon hat and six-shooters and saying “Howdy!” makes me a cowboy?
I’m not opposed to RPGers, “Goths” or “NewRos”, people that really can’t go into daylight due to illness, or even people who are fascinated with the idea of vampires. I just don’t like these pseudo-vampires.
No, you also have to be stridently ignorant, offensive, and stubborn. And it’s generally assumed that you do something much nastier to the goats than just eating them.
Serious opinion:
I’m a LARPer (live-action roleplaying, that is), so I can often be seen dressed oddly and doing strange things in public parks, but it’s just an act–a game. People who take things like this too seriously creep me right out.
Wow. Thanks for the link…I think. Actually, what I found more disturbing than the picture of “Tigerman” was the ferocity of those who were “protecting” him in the pit.
I guess I’ll take MGibson’s post seriously. Let it hereby be known that I do <i> not </i> support the ridicule of people-who-think-they’re-vampires-even-though-they’re-actually-just-“normal”-human-beings.
SO, does anyone whack a point onto a 2" x 2" and, like follow these guys around?
This guy named Kovacs taught my mechanics of materials class. He was Hungarian , and he talked like Bela Lugosi. The surveying class used that same classroom, and I always sat by their box of stakes.