On a serious note, like, Listen, I really truly understand why it is like so, I really understand that there is a distinction on how we value fictional characters and how we value people; many times a character that is interesting and beloved in a fictional narrative would be horrid in real life, still, it’s really frustrating and exhausting being that traumatized and ashamed and repressed guy that is riddled with self-guilt and self-hatred and going out into life and being cast aside by almost everyone, because you cried on your birthday or because you have panic attacks every other week, and being genuinely shunned and cast-off by your peers for your trauma and then going on the internet and seeing everyone be like “omggggg myyyyyyy blorbo, he is so traumatizeddddd and hurtttt, I want to give him a huggggg, my scrimblo <333333” knowing full well that you have repeatedly cried in public places dozens of time because of your trauma and not a single person¹ gave you a hug and knowing full well that if you were a fictional blorbo everyone would adore you. Like, let me be clear, I truly understand why this happens, doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck
¹ In my case technically wrong I would estimate that in the past 6 years I have cried in public ~50 times and a hundred more times hidden away in a bathroom in that time, 1 person has actually given me a hug/comforted me. So 1 not no one, but still.