When I was a Hanson Fiction writer, I desperately sought a humane reason for what I was doing. I needed to be able to confirm (especially with myself) that I was not crazy, that I was not delusional and that I was not so in love with the Hanson brothers that my Hanfiction was really a literate form of my daydreams. Because honestly, that is how Hanfiction appears: you're all desperate to marry Taylor Hanson and poor Isaac is going to kill him through jealousy. And Zac? What about Zac? He only makes cameo appearances anyway . . .

Well, I am goin to tell you that the aforementioned reasons are unsatisfactory. For a time, I didn't know what the answer was, but now I think I may have stumbled upon some type of reason for this insanity. OK, insanity is a poor choice of words. I am attempting to present to you the reason for our ability to appreciate extended imagination; that is, merge the make-believe with reality.

Has anyone heard of psychoanalysis? No? Well, we need to start from the beginning. The most important rule that must be maintained in any form of writing (whether it be poetry, novels, scientific documents, or alas, Hanfiction) is that the author's intent is unknown. You cannot assume anything about the author; that is a well-respected fact. Therefore, none of us know the intent that each of us had writing about (God forbid) Taylor getting a sex change, or Isaac becoming an alcoholic or Zac becoming a priest.

Whether we are screwing with each other's minds, or simply including new (and somewhat controversial) subject matter is no one's place to second guess. And that's final.

The most important part of psychoanalysis is the term "unconscious." Basically it represents what we, as human beings, have repressed within our minds. Therefore, as we write, certain symbols that can be associated with our repressed issues, surface, and can be identified; we write them in our own unconsciousness. By this I mean, we write them without being completely aware.

So how does this dig me out of the shame of Hanfiction? I know it's a long shot, but perhaps we write for what Hanson represent to us. Honestly, I'm jealous of their family life. I wish I could meet the love of my life as young as their parents did. I wish I could sing (and play at the same time). I wish (like the rest of you) that I had millions of people that "loved" me, whether it was real or fame-based. (The latter would probably be better because there would be no connotations after one night stands.) Do you see where I'm leading you? Even though I wrote about Taylor the Promiscuant in "Thanks A Lot" and Isaac the Meant To Be Man in "The Other World" does not mean that I wish that Taylor would have hot, dirty, promiscuous sex with me, or that I believe that Isaac and I are connected on some star-crossed deeper level.

The characters (the Hansons) are dealing with issues that I had repressed. Why did I write about Taylor the Promiscuant? Maybe I am one myself. Why did I write about Isaac the Meant To Be Man? Maybe I'm a promiscuant that innately craves the security of one that will not threaten to leave. I could assume things such as these for the rest of my life and not one conclusion could be drawn.

See, it is impossible to know the authors intent. I told you so. I can't even find my own.

Does this set me free, from that shameful nametag? Can I walk down the street with my head held high, and when people ask me if I was addicted to Hanfiction at some stage of my life (let alone write the damn stuff) will I be able to admit it? I doubt it. Psychoanalysis doesn't give reason to society, just to me. And that's enough.

And as for Hanson, who seem to carry every single storyline so strongly on their shoulders? Don't worry about it boys, it's not all
about you. It's us, your repressing- issues- innately- promiscuous- psychoanalytic fans that it's all about. And we're normal, really we are.

Ok, so maybe I'm a bit crazy.

Guest editorial by Misty