schmerica. stage three of total bandom surrender involves a terrifying amount of sincerity (Reply)

You guys, no joke, I almost started crying after I watched part 2 of the Gerard Way NME.com interview. I just. Okay, three-quarters of my crazy emotional response might very well be due to all the real life stuff that is going on right now, which I haven't talked about in livejournal at all -- basically, bad things involve surprise hospital stays and emergency surgery in my family -- which I don't know quite how to deal with. But even if that's the source of most of my response, there's still... Gerard Way, you guys. I'm so overinvested in him it's not even funny. No matter how much I love celebrities, there's usual more distance for me than this, but with him? I love him, and I want him to be happy, and watching him talk about the love of his life and loving his band and sucking dick and the worst times in his life and his depression and self-destruction and his anger and his fears of being nothing, being invisible and not making a difference--

God. Just, God. Gerard.

--And then in the middle of writing this entry, I went to rewatch the "Famous Last Words" video again. SIGH. DOUBLE SIGH. Especially noting all the times the shot is framed with Gerard singing in the foreground and Mikey right in the background.

I think I'm going to use one of my due South icons with this entry, just because none of my bandom ones can really fully contain the amount of WOOBIE in my heart right now.