Obsession, fixation, fear, Johnny Weir...
I am getting seriously worried about my current fixation with Johnny Weir. I've been saving a lot of his performances and watching them obsessively, reading his interviews, and following his twitter. I'm thinking of ordering statuettes of him from my artists friends. I want to write him a letter of fangirlish encouragement and support, already composing it in my head and it's packed with the purplest of proses. This is madness!
I can't get the music from Kings on Ice out of my head. I downloaded his interviews and replay them over and over again on my iPod.
I even forget to be hungry. This only happened before when I was having a serious crush on someone, when I was head over heel, deeply infatuated, and a few years past seventeen. This is insanity!
I am seriously getting scared here.
ETA: Right. Now that I've mentioned it here, I'm terrified that this escapism is actually my way of not dealing with what I have to do, like calling contacts about possible reporting assignment, studying about film rights, talking to my lawyer friend, looking for someone I can ask questions about film rights. Writing. Talking to my colleagues. D'oh.
I can't get the music from Kings on Ice out of my head. I downloaded his interviews and replay them over and over again on my iPod.
I even forget to be hungry. This only happened before when I was having a serious crush on someone, when I was head over heel, deeply infatuated, and a few years past seventeen. This is insanity!
I am seriously getting scared here.
ETA: Right. Now that I've mentioned it here, I'm terrified that this escapism is actually my way of not dealing with what I have to do, like calling contacts about possible reporting assignment, studying about film rights, talking to my lawyer friend, looking for someone I can ask questions about film rights. Writing. Talking to my colleagues. D'oh.