Until I meet any obviously fake human beings — and I think they’d have to be held together with glue, or have the eyes painted on, or really be dolls or slugs or something — I think all people, not to mention fans, nerds, geeks and suchlike are real.
Some people haven’t read/seen/done as much as others. Some people haven’t been around as long. Some people wear T-shirts without knowing everything about what the T-shirt represents. But they are still real, and (and this is the important bit) everybody starts somewhere.
People at my signings sometimes tell me, apologetically, that they aren’t real fans, they’ve only read one book or a single comic, not like the people who know every obscure reference I make and win quizzes on my life and times that I would probably fail. And I tell them I’m glad they read the book. And I am.
Mm. I’m not sure there really are good or bad people.
I think there are people who do good or bad things. If you are one of the people who does bad things, then, don’t. Don’t do stuff that hurts other people or harms them or makes their life worse. Do good things instead. Volunteer. Be kind. Help. Look after yourself and look after other people — don’t try and beat them. Life’s not a battle you were put here to win: we’re all in this together, trying to help each other to muddle through as best we can. So help, if you can. And if you cannot help, then do no harm.
That’s what I’d do.