You can't unkin yourself, I'm sorry
I tried.
I was so scared and ashamed when my memories started coming back. I thought if I repressed it, put away my action figures, hung my model sword on the wall and cut my hair short again it would go away. I thought if I smoked enough weed, stopped posting here and didn't so much as pick up a He-man comic, covered my tattoo (yes, I have a He-man tattoo, suck it up haters) or watch the stupid cartoon it would go the fuck away. Now I'm sitting outside the Screen one, half an hour early, twenty one years of age with my stomach churning waiting to watch the live action movie of my source material. I know I'll probably get memories or homesickness, or cry or all three. I don't know how to feel other than this is what it means to be fictionkin and it's the most ridiculous emotional heavy out-there thing. In my time off Reddit I've been homeless again, lost friends, seen people's true colours and learned so much about myself. But no matter what I did I never stopped being me. I never stopped being Adam. He and I are one and the same. You can run, you can hide, your self perception and how your kins work can fluctuate but you never stop being fictionkin. And isn't that the beautiful tragedy of it all?