Yes. I spelled craziness with a "y".
So! I stalk tumblr. I haven't committed yet for a few reasons.
1. I don't have the internet at home, and tumblr is FILLED with delicious panty-melting images, so that's no good.
2. I have deliberately painted myself into a largish corner with my online profile, because anonymity turns me into a different person and it creeps my shit. It is ME, and it creeps MY shit to compare what I say/do online to real life, provided I was able to say/do it under the guise of someone not-me.
Still. I stalk tumblr. And one person I stalk on it has been in the same location as a favorite actor of mine several times. She has seen him in REAL LIFE. And she posted in a little tweet-like post that she was finally in the same room as him and did not bump into him. She later clarified, after receiving many responses about how lucky she was to be near his awesomeness, that she honestly could not care about it. She has no interest.
I got that.
No, really, I understand.
Sometimes I really get sick of having to sidestep my backyard pool filled with gold pieces, jewels, and disgustingly hot people wearing no clothing and just begging for attention while my incredible sound system projects solid holograms of my favorite singers and bands that are programmed to provide a perfect soundtrack to my every mood. The the walk to the end of my jaguar-filled personal parking garage is SO LONG. God. Some days I just want my personal retinue to carry my silk-draped litter faster but with less jostling as they traverse the indoor hallways filled with rescued kittens who all get along and none of whom shit anything but rounded precious stones and never track cat sand out of the box.
It's great that there are people who are not attracted to those who literally exude sex. I mean, less competition for the rest of us poor saps, but really? Honestly? WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN
