I'm talking about the kind of person who has every single album, every EP, every single, every b-side track, every DVD of a band. They have posters and t-shirts, and can rattle off the year every song was produced, knows all the hobbies, favorite drinks and birthdays of all of the band members, and will continuously talk about every single little band fun-fact to the point where they don't become fun anymore.
I'm talking about the kind of person who's walls, ceiling, desktop background, facebook photo album, cellphone case, bed sheets, toothbrush, folders, pens and pencils, binders, t-shirts, jewelry, book shelf and DVD case are all related to one individual and the movie franchise that he drives solely based on his moderately above average looks.
I'm talking, albeit to a much lesser extent, about the kind of person that quite literally created a shrine devoted to his favorite film series, complete with the DVDs, one of which has a collector's edition screaming book of the dead case, posters, musical playbills, the comics that continue the series, action figures, and a chainsaw similar to the one used throughout the series to top it all off.
These kind of people, ladies and gentlemen, are the type of people that ruin our world. People don't get obsessed about normal things. I don't know a single person who's addicted to grocery shopping. People get obsessed about weird stuff that only they like. And drugs I guess. Some people get obsessed with drugs. But that's a topic for another blog.
Right now I'm talking about people that get obsessed over weird stuff that only they care about. It's particularly destructive to our universe because, currently, everything revolves around social networking. With facebook and tweeter and tumblr and livejournal and every other site, people have the opportunity to spread their wealth of knowledge and opinions and diversity across the world, creating a more unified and connected existence.
Except those damn fanatics. All they can do is talk about Edward Cullen or Justin Bieber or Ke$ha or Channing Tatum or whatever they hell they freak out about. Every post is a quote from a movie or a song or something, and they post a lot. The worst is when they upload pictures. Entire albums chock foll of hundreds of images of celebrities with girls' faces poorly photoshopped next to them. Stop being such a pre-teen girl. At least make the picture look believable, I know dogs that can photoshop better than that.
Originally, it wasn't my intention to write about this, but it irks me too much to avoid. People that are obsessed with a normal person. Not like a celebrity. Usually, it's an ex. And they just can't seem to stop making statuses about them. The target of these statuses is probably blatantly aware of every single thing that is being said at them, and yet the posts never stop. They're always something like "You promised you'd never break my heart, way to be a heartless liar." Every single day, you can count on this person posting some random, annoying status about the boy that crushed them and how they'll get get over it. BUT THEY NEVER DO. If they were getting over it, they'd probably stop talking about them rather than posting statuses EVERY SINGLE DAY. That's not getting over it, that's wallowing. And wallowing is pathetic, annoying and should be done in private, not for all of facebook.
Sorry, I probably shouldn't check my news feed in the middle of writing blogs. Anyway, I've had a moment of introspection, right after I took a brief writing break to watch some improv comedy, and it has changed my entire belief system. I apologize to those of you that read this far thinking I was going to damn weird obsessions to a watery grave. Instead, I'm damning the extensive use of social networking to a watery grave, or as terrible of a grave as a blog that nobody reads can do.
So stop using facebook to spread your poorly photoshopped pictures of your face on Kristen Stewart's body caught between Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner. Create a photobucket account and just give your friends the links in a personal message, because the rest of the world really doesn't want to see that. Stop using twitter altogether because if you can say it in 140 characters, is it really even worth saying? Stop with the inane crap and the pointless, worthless nonsense nobody wants to hear. And, if you can't refrain yourself from being a waste of digital space, at least use your privacy settings. You can control who sees what and who doesn't. Please, spare me.
What I'm trying to say is that obsessions are fine. Everybody gets obsessive. It would be foolish to write an entire post about how bad obsessions are considering you can't avoid them. Out of those three scenarios above, one of them is specifically about me, and at one point I was well on my way to becoming the living representation of another. I get obsessed.
To be perfectly honest, I'd probably follow a select few people to the ends of the Earth. If Sam Raimi told me he needs my personal help funding his next film, I'd say "Point me to the nearest bank," as I steal my father's handgun and don a ski mask. If Frank Darabont told me he wanted a real corpse rather than a prop for a scene in The Walking Dead, I'd stab my own best friend in the heart. If Christopher Nolan told me that I was really dreaming and the only way to wake up would be to jump off a bridge, I'd be a little bit skeptical as to whether he was Christopher Nolan or just a clever forger, but I'd probably jump off that bridge.
We all have our weird obsessions, the point is that we keep them to ourselves, because if we spread our infatuations across the world or the network or wherever, at best we meet one or two people that agree and annoy our other hundreds of friends, and at the worst, we look like we need a psychiatrist because we've admitted we'd rob banks and kill others as well as ourselves just because we look up to someone.
