You Say Obsessed Like It's a Bad Thing (Test)

I’m pretty much your average, everyday, sixteen year old girl. I spend way too much time on my hair and makeup, have several social media accounts, and have even read and watched the entire Twilight Series (Go team Jacob!). See? Totally normal, but my friends and family don’t seem convinced. According to them, I’m “creepily obsessive” about books, movies, and television shows. I prefer to think of myself as passionate, but they refuse to see it that way. When my brother walks into the living room to find me re-watching a film, instead of being impressed at my ability to glean endless amounts of enjoyment from one movie, he condescendingly says, “Really? This is the third time you’ve watched this… today.” I’ve become accustomed to hearing remarks like this whenever I revisit one of my favorite books, too. I don’t understand why they’re so concerned. So what if I’ve memorized Meg Cabot’s entire Mediator book series! The fact that I can recite the screenplay of Pride and Prejudice —the Kiera Knightley version, of course—doesn’t mean I’m obsessive; it just means I’ve developed a higher vocabulary than most.

They think that my infatuation with Jesse, Alex, Jack, Christian, Tucker, Augustus, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, the Doctor, Johnny, Mr. Darcy, Malcolm Reynolds, Sebastian, Aragorn, Jag, Four, Robin Hood, King Arthur, Gwaine, Lancelot, and various other fictional characters is somehow “unhealthy.” Okay, so fine, maybe I’m a little boy crazy; most teenage girls are. Does it really matter whether or not those boys happen to be fictional? My family and friends seem to think it does, since they’re constantly saying things like, “You know you can’t actually be in love with a fictional character?” I always have a good laugh about that one… of course you can!

If you ask me, they’re being unreasonable. Case in point, my sister’s reaction to my already planned nuptials was totally melodramatic. During the course of our conversation at my cousin’s wedding shower, I happened to mention my extremely detailed wedding plans—It’ll be a rustic country theme, with bouquets and center pieces made of daisies, baby pink bridesmaids dresses, and the song “Come to Me,” by the Goo Goo Dolls, playing as I walk down the aisle. Yeah, I know the song doesn’t fit with the theme, but it’s my wedding, I can do what I want.—To which Bekah responded, “Let me guess, you’ve picked out the groom too. Is it the tenth Doctor? No, he’d regenerate into someone else. Peeta? No, that was your seventh grade obsession… It’s Jesse, isn’t it? …It is! God, Lakynne, that’s so creepy; he’s not even real.” Alright, so the groom happens to be fictitious…and a ghost. Who cares? Certainly not me.