I don’t think I have ever been obsessed with anything. I recently started a Twitter account and got an upclose look at obsession.
If you have never used Twitter, it is where you can connect with people based on similar interests. I added Beyonce to my interest because I am related to her and I admire her.
I quickly found out that there are over 5,000,000 people following Beyonce. Can you imagine living your life where over five million people admire you. I bet that is a lot of pressure.
I have a thing for news. Makes sense because I have been connected to the media for over 10 years. I like finding broadcasters that I like and follow them. I really enjoy that aspect of Twitter.
However, I wonder where the line is that admiring a person becomes obsession with a person?
The other day I had to take my mom to the doctor. As she was coming out of her room, I told her to get ready because we had an early appointment at the doctor’s office. My mother frowned and said, “What? I thought I was going to go see Beyonce today.” I do not know where my mother got that idea from. I explained we were not and my mom gave me one of the meanest looks I have ever seen. As she went into the bathroom, I went in her room and found she had laid her clothes out for the day. This is something she never does. She had found a Beyonce t-shirt and laid it out with her jeans. I couldn’t help but laugh.
As our day proceeded she kept asking me if we were going to see Beyonce today. I kept repeating we were not. When we got to the doctor’s office the nurse asked her how she was doing. My sweet 89 year old mother proceed to tell her how she was not happy to be there and that she would rather be visiting Beyonce. The nurse said, “the singer Beyonce?” My mom quickly responded, “do you know another Beyonce?” The entire time we were at the doctor’s office my mom would not stop talking about Beyonce. It was almost like she was obsessed.
Later that day, I asked my mom, would you like me to make a phone call to see if we can go visit Beyonce soon? My mom’s eyes lit up and said yes. I told her I would try to get in touch with Aunt Tina and see if we could get her to meet up soon. My mom then looked at me and said, “Where does Beyonce live?” I told my mom, New York. My mom then looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and said, “Never mind, I don’t want to go to New York.”
My mom is a spit fire. I guess that is where the line between obsession and admiration is. If it impedes on your personal life that is where you stop. I see some people on twitter who are making posts every couple of minutes about their favorite actor or singer. I do not see where they have the time. I barely get to watch television these days.
When I was pregnant, I would watch the television show “Hoarders.” Now it is obvious, those people have serious issues that need psychological help. I feel bad for some of them. I saw one episode where an elderly lady had no restroom and no electricity. She would pile blankets on top of herself to keep warm. Her house was so full of junk that she refused to throw away, you had to climb over it just to get from room to another. That is an obsession.
I am sticking with twitter for now, I am enjoying it. If you have a handle, please follow me. I am @malubeyonce. If you notice me becoming obsessed with it, please let me know.
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