Everybody has passions.
We give more or less time and energy to them.
We are not all passionate the same way, with the same intensity.
Some are passionate about fishing, others about politics.
Some create, others prefer watching others' creations.
Some idolise Star Wars, football or torch singer,
Others Pokemon, Geordie Shore at Kalamazoo or macramé.
Me, this is Doctor Who.
I imagine that, like me, if you are wtaching this video,
you have a personal link with this bigger on the inside show.
I also hope that, like me,
you have other passions and pastimes simultaneously.
As for me, I am a film-lover and passionate about writing
since very much longer than I am a Doctor Who fan,
and I am so lucky to be able to mix my passions as I wish.
And it gave this YouTube Channel.
Which is rather nice!
However, I am very invest in my pastimes.
I can easily be overwhelmed
with an activity or a work of art that seems interesting to me,
to a point where it sometimes even becomes almost obsessional in my life
for some days, even months.
I have a tendency to function by phase,
immediately passionate about a subject
before letting it go some times later.
My video stooge, Julien,
probably remembers all my phases like sewing,
Twin Peaks or bullet journal,
times when I continually spoke about it,
when I only thought about it, but which always finished the same way:
Me, letting it go overnight,
as attracted by the color and the shape of a new nice butterfly
and abandoning the one I was intensely staring at just before.
Sort of short-lived passions for some weeks or months,
with some suddenly reappearing for a moment,
according to my current inspiration.
Doctor Who was at first one of these short-lived passions.
But it became so much more.
My first direct link to Doctor Who dates back to 19th February, 2011.
I already heard about it from my uncle, a long-standing fan,
and from Davy Mourier's blog.
But it was totally by chance that, with my friends,
we came across the first French broadcast
of the two-parter "The Time of Angels"/"Flesh and Stone".
We kept glued to it.
No one was speaking,
we were staring at the screen blankly.
Next days, the decision was made:
We are watching this show.
That was my new obsession.
We watched so many episodes one after the other.
(And in any order, our viewing was illogical!)
Series 5, then series 2,
Specials between,
then series 3 and, at the same time, the first half of series 6...
Then, half-series break, followed by me in school exchange trip.
Meanwhile, I was the perfect "reference-tracker",
finding clumsy references in a crack in a wall
and gushing over the smallest goodies.
In Seattle, I bought my first Doctor Who merch:
A little Weeping Angel which stared at me at night.
Just to say it and to remember I was the kind of silly fan
who would make me sigh today,
I'm exasperating myself.
Anyway, back to France,
It was time for me and my bunch to get back to the show.
On tour schedule, "Let's kill Hitler".
Disillusion.
It was... really not good.
Well, at that time, I have been disappointed.
In the end, after a second viewing,
It is not so bad.
Not crazy, but there are some good ideas.
In the heat of the moment, it only had one effect on me:
"Yeah... actually, Doctor Who's not that great."
And during a year,
Doctor Who got out of my mind.
Until a random article during Spring 2013
about the fiftieth anniversary celebrations.
Suddenly, my few months of interest for the show reemerge.
Julien had never seen the show.
So we had seven series to catch up before the 23th of November.
And we devoured them.
No comparison with my first viewing:
This one is tough, steady and organized.
In three episodes, we were addicted to it.
And quickly, we were out of episodes.
Usually, when you finish a show,
you have no choice but to wait the next series.
Hype reduces and the dawning passion calms down.
Not with Doctor Who.
I remember as it was yesterday when Julien,
after a careful viewing of an episode,
declared in an equal tone:
"After this, we could watch the Classics."
"The Classics?" I said, surprised.
"There are at least ten seasons
and they probably don't exist with French subtitles!"
"So what?" he replied.
So what?
So we finished "The Name of the Doctor"...
Then we launched the Classics.
And when you start the Classics, you are doomed.
Doctor Who is not only a show anymore.
Doctor Who becomes a whole, complex universe.
You discover the paramedias,
you understand some details you missed in the NuWho,
you understand new things about the essence of the show,
you make searches about anything and everything...
Your thirst of Doctor Who becomes inexhaustible.
We watched everything,
scrupulously in the order (except for two episodes),
reconstructed ones included.
I can assure you that it took us strength many times.
But tadaam.
Three years after starting to watch the show,
a year after launching a YouTube channel about the subject,
we had accomplished what seemed impossible:
We had watched all Doctor Who episodes.
However, we did not finished the Whoniverse.
You never finish the Whoniverse.
Proof is we are always here.
And I have still so much to discover!
I finished the spin-offs,
but I have to launch with more energy into Big Finish,
comics, novels, BBV and Reeltime fan films and so much more...
I am far from exploring everything.
Doctor Who calls me continuously and,
even if my too many and time-consuming hobbies
are taking all my free time,
no one is like Doctor Who.
But Doctor Who is not the first fictional work
I was so deeply passionate about
that my family considered me as barmy.
From 8 to 12 years old, I was part of the first wave
which will be called "Potterheads".
I was not satisfied with reading the books, no.
It would have been amateurish.
No. I had read so much the first three volumes
that I knew whole chapters.
I started my first writings,
Harry Potter-like of course,
like any young proper Potterhead.
Then, in December 2003, everything broke down.
Three years that I was feverishly waiting for the 5th volume...
And I hated it.
Do you picture the sixtyish whiny whovians
irritated by a female Doctor or Moffat's writing style?
That was me, a disappointed twelve years old kid,
With her big book on the knees,
Feeling betrayed by what had occupied her mind for the last 4 years.
Since that day, I remember with tenderness these past times
when I was lounging in this universe and I dive back into it with pleasure,
but my Harry Potter phase is over.
So, I accept it.
I know it is very likely that one day,
I will be tired of Doctor Who.
But this show brought me so much.
New writing, video-making and editing skills.
A so wide lore with strong messages.
A so varied universe of which we could never explore entirely.
And above all, friends.
Yes, it is quite silly, but it would be ridiculous
not to admit the impact of Doctor Who on my real life,
whether through people I meet on fan groups,
during events, in our comments,
or through ones, encountered these ways,
who have become more than acquaintances.
Sometimes, I have this feeling that the Whoniverse is a huge sect
of cheerful chaps and grumpy grumblers
with the same obsession for a simple story of an alien in a box.
In any case, that is the representation that my parents have.
But I think that the real affection of loads of people for this fandom
is the capacity to be universal and inclusive.
And if one day, Doctor Who takes a direction that displeases me
and I do not want to continue,
I hope I will have the understanding to give up
and leave those still fans enjoy.
Maybe I might still be passionate by past episodes,
but I sincerely hope I will have the step back to say
"The new episodes are not for me"
and to appreciate to see young fans taking the helm.
Or maybe I will be this fan unable to understand
that evolution is part of the longevity of the show.
Who knows?
Because, actually,
I can say nasty remarks or bring episodes or eras down,
but in fact,
I love all eras of this damn show.
Of course, more or less, but honestly,
I can count on the fingers of one hand the stories I really dislike.
I know that I can easily pose as a hater
with my potential to blow things out of proportion.
But, in the end, I like Matt Smith era.
I like River Song too.
Even this rock-hard head of Christopher Eccleston.
Even Peter Davison. I swear to you.
I think I am so critical about the show
because I love it from a deep love
and I try to dissect it to extract the best.
It is what fans do, to be there and to quibble about insignificant details.
If we just look at it and just appreciate only on the moment,
we would be ordinary viewers.
So, thinking about this,
I am good with being a quibbler,
being a moaner,
being obsessive.
Because, paradoxically for some people,
it makes me happy. Because, paradoxically for some people,
it makes me happy.
To have passions makes us happy.
So, I am rather satisfied that it is this passion that found me.
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