My Guilty Obsession
I have this thing that happens to me once in a while. I’ve grown used to it, but it still surprises me when it happens. It’s really unexpected too, but I let it consume me anyway. I’m glad I can talk about it openly and freely now. I hope someone reading this understands what I’m on about: I seem to have borderline unhealthy obsessions with celebrities (mainly singers and mainly women).
Now this is a relatively recent thing, as I can recall my first obsession. ‘Twas the summer of 2015 and as most broke millennials do, I was at home randomly searching the net. In fact, it was on Twitter where my obsession with singer Kehlani first began. Somebody I followed retweeted a clip of her video with Chance The Rapper to The Way and all hell broke loose. I swear to God, as soon as I saw that clip, a warm feeling took over my body and I spent the next couple hours watching every video with Kehlani in it and learning as much as I could about her as possible. I was hooked. She was the only person I listened to for months and it didn’t look like I was going to grow sick of her any time soon.
It even got to the point where I was convinced we were going to be in a relationship with one another (I still think this is on the cards but whatever). She’s a couple days younger than me and shares the same star sign. In my head, it was meant to be! Within a couple months of this newfound obsession, I was lucky enough to see her live in London. Let’s just say I was super hyped up the days leading up to her show. It was such an awesome and memorable night. She is just as beautiful in person and I even met her best friend at the bar. Again, I saw this as a sign from the Heavens that we were meant to be together.
Shortly after seeing her live, my obsession started to simmer down a little. I started to listen to other music, fancy other people and stop making her a point of conversation everywhere I went. I was slowly coming off the drug that is attractive boyish looking girls. Now in the summer of 2016, I can say that I’m completely over it and can breathe easy. I still love her as an artist, but she isn’t what I think about when I wake up anymore. Sounds all good right? Nope. This just means there is room for another obsession to spring and I feel one brewing already…
P.S. – Someone tell Zara Larsson that I want to be her mate!