*SIGH.*
As one of the 'elder members' of Pleba, I've found that verbalizing my lus...er, LOVE for U2 only creates more problems when I let my 'screamining teenager' side take over now and then. Like MC said, no one really gives a crap about my U2 obssession!
I explained to my friends that I can't even start talking about U2 to them because once I open the floodgates, a squinch of hysteria creeps in, I have a heard time stopping, and they would shrink back from me in fear if I let my guard down about how I REALLY feel about the guys...
*wink wink* Think: Elvis in the 50s. Think: Beatles in the 70s. That's how it is...like trying to catch a deluge in a paper cup...
So I can't really say, because my friends don't even know/understand - let alone like - U2 (one friend's pithy statement: "Ugh, I *hate* U2!" I nearly broke off our friendship over that one) Most people who discover I like U2, can't even pronounce Bono's freakin' name right, or name one other member of the group, let alone figure out which one plays what instrument, know what their wives'/kids' names are, or any other piece of U2 minutae. *CRIKEY.*
Which is why I'm so happy I found Pleba...where I can be myself, let myself 'virtually' roll around on stage with Bono, scream if I have to, fantasize lustily, and do all the panting, drooling, fainting, squealing and 'elevating' over the boys that I want.
GOD BLESS PLEBA.
God bless U2.
Disco