You know those types of people who hear the name of a celebrity and freak out about how gorgeous he is and how he was amazing in this movie or that? The same ones who start those freaky fan clubs that know every single detail about that person's life and scream whenever that person's name happens to be mentioned? Well, I am NOT one of those people. I feel sorry for the person who has to deal with all the paparazzi and the crazy stalker fans. But sometimes I find what's really sad about their lifestyle is that America doesn't fall in love with the actual person for who they are, but merely for the different characters they portray in movies or TV shows. It'd be such a bummer to have all these people who completely adored you for someone you're not and just pretended to be for a few weeks. When would you ever find someone who would look past all of the fame, fortune and plasticity of Hollywood and care about the person on the inside?
Now, I'm not saying that I won't say that so-and-so is cute or that if we lived in the same town that I'd like to date them or something. But going overboard and writing the fan mail that they never have time to read, or pasting posters of them all over every single possession? I'm not so sure that's even good to think about. It's just kind of hard for me to fathom why someone would want to plaster this person's pictures everywhere when in two weeks that person my not be cool anymore. I don't know, maybe I missed one of those girl genes...the one where you're completely boy-crazy at twelve, love to spend the day shopping, and wearing pink, glittery stuff. Sometimes to me, celebrity crushes seem like a far-fetched dream that has a slim chance of coming true.
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