i think of dean moriarty

Your favorite character can have flaws.
They can act like dicks.
They can take stupid decisions.
They can make mistakes.
They can hurt people.
They can be villains.
They can be BAD people.

You are NOT a bad person for liking them.
Liking them doesn’t make you worse than anyone else in any way.
Liking them doesn’t mean you are justifying everything they do.
Liking them doesn’t mean you wish the same things to happen to real people.
Liking them doesn’t mean you want the same things to happen to you.

You like a fictional character, and you are entitled to do it, no matter what. Don’t feel guilty for it.

“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road