pandora_cocteau
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This is the ultimate test: I am going on a school trip (well, my department at university) to New York on the same weekend of the New York dates. When I first found out, I thought it was a sign from heavens- there must be a connection! Must be a reason! I planned on getting three tickets and just camping outside the Hammerstein Ballroom the whole time. I could care less- it's Morrissey, my one true love.
But then as time started passing, I started realizing how unhealthy this obsession is. This is my first visit to one of the cities that I have been dying to see...with some newfound friends, REAL, interesting, amazing people...something that I have not experienced before I got to university, and I planned on spending it waiting in line for a man, who has a huge, long tour, sees people swooning over him every night. Sure, this is the man that made my life bearable for the last few years.... but at the same time, would this be the right choice for me?
It is a very difficult decision. I don't know if I will be able to stay true to my promise once I get to the city. I cried and I cried....but I just don't know if I can do this whole worship thing anymore. Morrissey is one man that I truly, deeply loved, and still love, and seeing him in concert is way more than just a concert to me- it is a connection...something much deeper. Therefore, since obviously it isn't reciprocal, I realized I cannot do it. And I cannot go and see him and be indifferent either...I can't just go and 'enjoy the setlist'.
What do you guys think? Of course, some of you might think "oh god you're crazy!!! Go see him if you have the chance!"....that is what I thought too....but when do we start living our own lives? Where do we draw the line? When do we become the Morrisseys of our own lives? I think if I pass this test, I'll pass anything.
Ugh, being in love with a famous, divine man who will never care hurts. I think Morrissey is destined to be alone because no one can live up to him...being superior in both intelligence, looks, emotions....it has its perks, but in his case, it alienates him from the rest of eathly scum. I am glad I am coming to these realizations at 18. It pains me to say, but....I need to put an end to this love, but at least I'll know it was pure, and true, and that I really, really tried.
But then as time started passing, I started realizing how unhealthy this obsession is. This is my first visit to one of the cities that I have been dying to see...with some newfound friends, REAL, interesting, amazing people...something that I have not experienced before I got to university, and I planned on spending it waiting in line for a man, who has a huge, long tour, sees people swooning over him every night. Sure, this is the man that made my life bearable for the last few years.... but at the same time, would this be the right choice for me?
It is a very difficult decision. I don't know if I will be able to stay true to my promise once I get to the city. I cried and I cried....but I just don't know if I can do this whole worship thing anymore. Morrissey is one man that I truly, deeply loved, and still love, and seeing him in concert is way more than just a concert to me- it is a connection...something much deeper. Therefore, since obviously it isn't reciprocal, I realized I cannot do it. And I cannot go and see him and be indifferent either...I can't just go and 'enjoy the setlist'.
What do you guys think? Of course, some of you might think "oh god you're crazy!!! Go see him if you have the chance!"....that is what I thought too....but when do we start living our own lives? Where do we draw the line? When do we become the Morrisseys of our own lives? I think if I pass this test, I'll pass anything.
Ugh, being in love with a famous, divine man who will never care hurts. I think Morrissey is destined to be alone because no one can live up to him...being superior in both intelligence, looks, emotions....it has its perks, but in his case, it alienates him from the rest of eathly scum. I am glad I am coming to these realizations at 18. It pains me to say, but....I need to put an end to this love, but at least I'll know it was pure, and true, and that I really, really tried.
