Leave Them Alone!

Entertainment magazines are not good for me.


Having said that, I am fully justified in raving and complaining about them.
I mean, really. How much of offscreen entertainment do we pull out of these people? They must earn a lot from these antics as well.
Because if you think about it, no teen actress would screw around with her career by posting controversial photos online. No actor would encourage rumours about his sexuality by acting in a decidedly odd way.
I mean, think about Miley Cyrus (or don't. Just don't hate me.) That girl has become more famous...or rather, infamous, after her photo scandal and her controversially Britney-inspired musical pursuit. She was a role model for kids...but hardly acknowledged on MTV or whatever, until her pregnancy rumours, and her single '7 Things', came out simultaneously. Make what you can of that.
And we, like idiots, spend an appreciable part of our time and energy thinking, talking, debating and, in male-star cases, even fighting about them (I am only referring to the female half of the world's population right now).
I mean, sure, you can look at them and want to be as good at their art as they are. You can look at them and wish you owned jeans or boots like those. You can even look at them in scorn and think that they are way overpaid. That's it.
But that's not enough, is it?
I actually happen to have heard of people who, apparently, are married to certain people in their heads. That is my definition of obsessive.
Did I mention stalkerish?
Oh, well.


I guess my point is, we have enough to worry about in our own lives and also those of people close to us, people who are real and solid and flesh-and-blood. People who actually matter. Why would you want to care about people that you probably wouldn't even recognise in person if they weren't wearing makeup? Why care about people who need glamour and glitter to cover up the real scars on them?


Really. It's their life. Leave them alone.
Or ignore me and continue speculating about Jennifer Aniston and her continued heartbreak over Brad Pitt. It's not like I care.

OTD: Over-Thinking Disorder

Having had had a highly poor night's sleep because of this particular syndrome, I decided that it deserved at least a blog post.
I've always been more or less aware of the fact that I overthink most of the things that constitute the dreary tale that is my life, but only yesterday (or rather, earlier today) did it become something of a burden, an overworked brain that I couldn't turn off. I eventually had a sensory overload of sorts.
The good part of ovethinking everything is, well, you see stuff. A lot of stuff that most people don't see, or see and don't consider much. You read into details, the small sort, and it gives you insight about things that most people look rather thrown about when you mention it to them. And it takes them a few seconds to say in a rather dazed way: 'Hmmm.....I guess you're right.'
But then, some things are just not to be mentioned, so you end up keeping a lot of your observations to yourself. That is just a side effect of this disorder: you don't usually like to disclose your observations.
Unless you're trying to freak out the subject of your attention, that is.
The bad part I've pretty much already spelled out. Your brain never truly turns off. Stuff churns in your head until you get positively annoyed with it.
The best part is: I have no control over it whatsoever. =P
Like it or hate it, if you have an overactive brain, you have it.