Creep

Obsession is a weird thing. It cuts your world in craggy patterns. It establishes lunacy. It oftentimes leads to a temporary lapse of sanity, or a spontaneous act you never imagined you'd make -- not ever, but maybe within a collapsible time frame you've molded where you actually think you're too cool to do this and this and that and that. It's an overwhelming burst of feels on feels on feels and, eventually, emotions overtake the hard walls you're enclosed in and ruptures it, leaving you naked and vulnerable. Brazen, even.

Friends, I am not obsessed with James Wolpert. No. I am not. 

I did not think he looked absolutely adorable and a wee like Nicholas Hoult during his blind auditions on The Voice. Yes, Nick Hoult in About A Boy. Those pinchable rosy cheeks and those blue, blue eyes. Sigh.

I did not almost faint when I learned that he will be singing against Will Champlin in the battle rounds. Much as I like Will, I rooted for James.


I did not, once again, almost faint, then die, when he faced Juhi in the knockout rounds. Goddamit I peed my pants, punched my sister's arm, screamed in anticipation until my neighbor's ears bled while waiting for Adam's decision. He picked James and I jumped out of my seat. I am not ashamed.


I did not climax (an inside joke, but you get it) in my seat at the office just minutes after having lunch when I watched his live performance while editing my reports. No, for chrissakes, I didn't. Look at Adam's face. He's clearly in love.


I did not look him up on YouTube and poured over his videos of covers and originals. He doesn't even look like him three years ago. And strangely, there were moments where he sounded a bit like Darren Criss (or maybe it's just my ears). 


I am not constantly viewing his übercute InstaVideos. God, no.




I did not utter a cry of delight when I received a notification on Twitter that said:

Man, that does not deserve a crappy .gif

My sister said this is just another one of my phases. Maybe it is. But it is a beautiful phase so I am going to coat myself in this marshmallow cloud for a lengthy while. Obsessing over something is dangerous, but I guess sometimes you just have to take a leap, go for it and be happy. And, dude, am I happy.