Living Proof

Isn't this a bit over-the-top? The other day I was talking to my mother about crazy obsessed fans -- the type that get the front row seats at a concert crying their eyes out screaming bloody murder just to get the star's attention. I guess you can say most of Bieber's fans. But if you even look back in history with The Beatles and the way their fans cried out and clawed at them, it makes you wonder what kind of psychological problems these people must have. It's mostly stars like Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Elvis and of course whatever trendy boy band is making their way through. These girls go absolutely nutso. Granted, you'll rarely see a guy or an older man throwing their panties up on stage or even someone above the age of 25 --- but what goes on in their little noggins in order for them to be so in love -- so obsessed and crazed over someone they don't even know? More so, I wonder how the celebrities feel over their fans literally crying buckets of te...

My previous post brought out many insecurities of people who are in my life or just somewhat connected to me somehow, whether via the internet or just a distant friend I haven’t spoken to in a while. My last post was to just explain my past experiences and how it affects me today. It wasn’t intended to indirectly speak to someone or send some “private message” in a roundabout way in order to get my thoughts across to a particular person. The post was written for a reason though. I’m scared. I’m afraid of people who are too insecure with themselves. I’m afraid of those who feel the need of constant reassurance that I like them. I’m skittish about some who feel the need to be in contact with me every single day - although I have no problem with that, it’s the obsessiveness or ‘thought to be’ on my part. If I forget a birthday, I don’t want to be reminded that I have forgotten. That’s just a flaw on my part that needs to be overlooked, in my opinion. I’m not good with dates or thi...

Isn’t it odd sometimes when you come across a person who seemingly shares the same things you do, or they’re going through similar struggles or happenings in their life that you’re going through also? I immediately assume that they already know me or someone is trying to spy on me. I kick into paranoia mode. There have been times where I’ve been stalked. Once it was an ex-boyfriend who would park his car behind the garage of my parents’ house and spy on me in my bedroom. I caught him twice. The third time he was caught was on the private road where I lived with my parents. He claimed he was there just to smoke a joint without being on the main road. He wasn't the type to do drugs, so I was suspicious.  He lived twenty minutes away - couldn’t he have found a place between here and there? Back in February of 2006, I had a reader of mine who was very “enthusiastic” about my blog. She would comment here and there and then try messaging me through my AIM account, which I used...