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:: Today's soundtrack: Animotion "Obsession (Dance Floor Mix)" ::
They are a weird people, the obsessed. Let me be clear, here. There is a definite difference between being a fan, a geek and being flat out obsessed with something.
See, you can be a fan of Star Trek. You can even have autographs and episodes on DVD. But if you've taken Klingon speech lessons, you've crossed that line to the obsessed, buddy. You can like Harry Potter. You can read the books and see all the movies, but when you start mailing nude photos of yourself to J. K. Rowling... not another step, you. You can have a crush on someone. You can try to get to know them and be friendly. But when you've started hanging around outside their bathroom window and killing their pets, well you're obsessed.
Lots of people say things like "Oh, I'm so obsessed with that show! I never miss an episode!" Well, that's nice and all, but that only makes you a fan. If you see every episode, and read every magazine article on it you can find, then you're a dedicated fan. If you watch every show, read every article, go to websites, forums and chat rooms, write fan fiction, and own heaps of merchandise, then you're a geek. But if you've got all that AND you have posters instead of wall paper, actually tried to make physical contact with one of the stars (getting them confused with the role they play), and have some sort of shrine in your closet, THEN you're truly obsessed.
The obsessed are really fascinating. Bordering on the
psychotic, they have this singular, pulsing drive. What gets someone that
far-gone, I wonder? What makes your average guy go from being mild mannered
student to trying to assassinate the president for recognition from the object
of their obsession? What drives someone to cut off their ear and mail it? Would
you do anything like that for something you're a fan of? I think not, because
you aren't quite obsessed yet. Thank goodness too, because if you were, you'd
apparently be about five minutes away from getting arrested and having Bea
Arthur put a restraining order out against you.
William (obsessive compulsive)
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