Tonight I told my mom about my quasi-plan to get a cardboard Bono (just like the cardboard Adam
). Although I think it would be pretty cool, I was mostly joking about it. Anyway, my mom tells me, "Kari, I think you're obsessed, and you need to get a life. You really do."
She thinks that I'm obsessed because she says I "bend over backwards" to send boots to other fans (How hard is it to send boots?! HONESTLY?!) and because somehow anything and everything somehow ties back to U2. (But it *does*!
).
Granted, I may be somewhat "obsessed", but I don't think it's an unhealthy obsession. It's not like I'm going out and spending my life savings on U2 memorabilia or spending every waking moment of my life drooling over pictures and desperately trying to find out what kind of toothpaste the band uses so I can experience what their mouths taste like!!
GRRR!! Now I feel self-conscious even listening to U2 albums. GRRR!!
Sorry, I just needed to vent really REALLY badly. I also want to know what your family thinks about your "obsession". Thanks for listening!
She thinks that I'm obsessed because she says I "bend over backwards" to send boots to other fans (How hard is it to send boots?! HONESTLY?!) and because somehow anything and everything somehow ties back to U2. (But it *does*!
Granted, I may be somewhat "obsessed", but I don't think it's an unhealthy obsession. It's not like I'm going out and spending my life savings on U2 memorabilia or spending every waking moment of my life drooling over pictures and desperately trying to find out what kind of toothpaste the band uses so I can experience what their mouths taste like!!
Sorry, I just needed to vent really REALLY badly. I also want to know what your family thinks about your "obsession". Thanks for listening!