Because it's not enough to be a "fan" anymore. You need to be an "insider super-fan," with secret esoteric knowledge of exactly what's coming -- which IP, which location they'll be in, the number of rooms, where the GATs are, what the ABV of the new craft-brewed HHN beer will be -- else you're just one more of the great unwashed who every year simply walk up, buy a ticket and raw-dog it all night. Because they're not
real fans, even if they've been for years, they aren't even wearing a vintage t-shirt! But until the insider secret knowledge is confirmed, it's possible you were just another

all year.
(This is obviously an issue throughout theme park fandom -- and other fandoms, the clown emoji was inspired by my Swiftie wife -- but HHN seems to be the worst. My theory is that HHN is like
Monty Python & The Holy Grail in the 80s -2000s. Literally everyone who went to college
ever in that era had seen it, but nerdy fans still loved to pretend it was some obscure cult movie so that quoting it made you one of the cool kids. HHN super-fans treat the event like a cult favorite only they obsess over and truly understand, even though it's easily the most attended event in Orlando.)