I like you a little now. I thought you liked it. Unless you mean the fans. The whole thing annoys me.
But the fans... Here, let me show you what I have to deal with: Behold, the homestuck fandom. I'm not sure what even. - - Auto Merge - -
People who complain about fandoms when theirs can be even worse, homophobes, screamo artists who automatically think they stand for something, the ending of "The Angels take Manhattan", Elementary (The New Sherlock show on NBC or CBS. Just. Just no.), parents, people who think Slenderman just wants $20 bucks and isn't an omnipotent evil being (though, not really evil), people who make fun of eating disorders, my butt, and geometry.
If it makes you feel better, I think you have a very nice butt. Don't ask how I know. I just do. Somehow. I think.
When you feel like you should be doing something but your homework is scraps of this and that, and so you can't be bothered. And so you don't do anything, and then you feel stoopid for not doing anything, and then you get bored. And then your mother rages. And then you have to wake up in the morning. The end.