Okay, I admit it—I used to live in the throes of McCartney dementia. I mean, who didn’t? None of my friends could resist Jesse’s amazing voice in his songs. And when he composed “Because you live” girls fainted. He’s just so indescribable. blablabla.
So, is this a bad thing? If I had plastered my room with Jesse’s face, spent hours in McCartney fan sites, or thought of Jesse as someone I knew, instead of a singer I admired, then yeah, maybe it would have been.
But I think I had my JMac crush under control. He was just something to gush about during girlfriend phone time. He made going to the movies that much more fun. He was a good-looking fantasy boy, like a Ken doll who studied method singing and dated supermodels.
It was no big thing.
Crushes on guys who actually live in my world could be different. It’s not inconceivable that that high school quarterback with the mysterious eyes and big muscles could ask me out. Right?
But to tell you the truth, I might be disappointed if he actually did. A crush exists to star in your daydreams. He or she is someone to look up to, someone who seems perfect in your eyes. They’re ideals, as far away from the nuts and bolts of real life as possible. I think that’s why so many fans go gaga over movie stars and rock idols.
Okay, so what happens if I star dating my crush? I find out he’s always crabby before basketball, he hates my favorite Heartstrings episode, and he has a bad habit of eating much and burping really really loudly. He becomes…a boyfriend, totally reality based. Boyfriends are great and all, but if your starry-eyed crush becomes one, you might find yourself wishing you had that fantasy boy back.
I think that’s why I’ve been known to crush on unattainable people. When I was in high school, I spotted (insertnamehere) on the first day of school. I was smitten. He was at the same year I am in and he had this very cute eyes and smile, and he wore the cutest tshirt ever. He was a boy-next-door type. But we were in high school so, nothing would happen.
So when I found out that (insertnamehere) liked me back, I got really confused. (insertnamehere) was my crush—he wasn’t supposed to like me back. This ruined everything! HAHA. just that!