I could identify with her discomfort. I tend to be very rational and unemotional, so it can be hard for me to just let go and really fangirl over something. It doesn't help that the logical characters with whom I identify the most are often cast as villains or antiheroes, leading me to question my sanity when they emerge as my favorites.
It reminds me of a long-ago day when I went to a concert with an older friend, and watched in bewilderment as she squealed, "I'll never wash this hand again! It touched him!" (Whichever member of whichever band 'he' was; I don't even remember.)
Right then, I vowed that I would never be that crazy. In some ways, that vow has served me well; it's kept me out of some bad relationships.
At the same time, my careful aloofness cost me something. It cost me my ability to simply, freely love the things I enjoy, and to feel strongly for the things that make me feel.
Actually, it cost me a lot of my ability to feel at all.
Do you do the same thing to yourself?
Do you love something, whether fictional or otherwise, more than you're willing to admit?
And are you worried about looking silly or irrational if you let your feelings show?
A little while ago, I decided to take a leap - at least, it was a leap for me, in all my rational pride. In a Facebook group in which I hang out, I made the scandalous confession that I had a crush on one of the characters - a character, what's more, who was cast as an antagonist despite his good intentions.
And everyone was cool about it. Instead of teasing and embarrassment, I got solidarity and encouragement.
More and more, I'm learning that honesty and authenticity is the best answer. Even if you think you'll look silly. I suppose this picture says it best: