You know something I have in common with probably more than a million people?
No, it isn’t that I pronounce the letter Z “zed” instead of ‘zee’.
It isn’t the fact that my name is Stacey.
Nor that I have a brother named Tyler (even though there are probably way more than a million people who have a brother named Tyler because it’s so flippin’ popular.)
It isn’t even that I like Pepsi over Coke or that I’m right handed.
Sure, I do share these things with a lot of people who are from all over the world and speak hundreds of languages I don’t understand. And even though it is fun to think about how much you have in common with so many diverse people, that isn’t that special for me.
The thing that I sometimes actually feel embarrassed for sharing with millions of people is my obsession, er love, for John Christopher Depp.
Everytime I buy a Johnny Depp poster or watch a movie he’s in, I think about how weird my love is. Like to my friends and family, I’m a huge Johnny Depp fan. But the thing is I only recently became one over the last three years. I only fell in love with Pirates after POTC too. I sometimes feel like I only love him and only am such a POTC fan because of the buzz. But honestly, I can’t help it.
But again, it is Johnny Depp. Not only is he like amazingly sexy (haha) he’s actually an amazing actor. His roles are so dark yet he plays everyone better than the last. Johnny Depp really is love and even if I’m just amongst an group of millions, I honestly don’t care.
It makes me laugh though how much of fantasy this is. Like I know I won’t ever meet him not to mention never marry him, but I really don’t even want to. I’ve read stories about people meeting Johnny and he is like the sweetest guy ever, but he’s paid to be. He knows that he can’t afford to be one of those stars that spits at his fans and cusses everyone out. But when you meet a star, it’s not like they will remember you. What’s the point of meeting someone that you probably won’t ever forget, but they won’t remember you like even 10 minutes after meeting you. Sure maybe if you are ubber pretty or a lost cause they might, but sadly I’m neither. (Well closer to being a lost cause if anything.)
And even when I get crushes on guys in real life, it isn’t on anyone like Johnny at all. So it just makes me think of how fantasy my love for him is, and I love it that way. I’m not going to cry when I never meet him or when my mom finally burns all my posters of him.. but I enjoy living in the now and obsessing over him.
I just realized how pointless this post is… it’s starting to sound more creepy if anything. I guess I better leave it at this before his body guards track me down. I wonder how many girls have written a blog along the same manner of this one though…
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