There’s a post at Chavisory’s Notebook today that I recommend you read before reading this, because context. Also so I don’t have to repeat it. Picture it cut and pasted in this space (except with more citing and less plagiarism).
I was obsessed with The X-Files as a teenager. Obsessed enough that, unlike any of my prior so-called “special interests,” my family actually knew about this one* and, to a certain extent, supported it.** Enough that I actually made a couple friends, the first friends my own age I’d had since elementary school, based on our shared interest in the show.
But even to my friends and family, I concealed the depth of my absorption. I didn’t really understand it myself.