The Obsession Grows

Despite my best efforts (and Boyfriend’s, who diligently drove me around the city on Saturday morning looking for any traces of a movie set) there was not to be a meeting between Gary Oldman and me. You would have heard about it if there had been. Literally. You would have heard me shrieking in whichever far flung corner of the world you’re in, so unmitigated would my joy have been, in addition to having it blasted all over Twitter/Instagram/Facebook. No, instead I watched the man in “Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead” (literally one of the funniest movies of all time, have you seen it?) and “Immortal Beloved” and tried to drown my sorrows in the new IKEA catalog I picked up on a trip to the store where I (finally!) was able to get the dresser that had been eluding me. Oh, and I might have made a new pinboard on Pinterest solely as an aggregate for all the dreamy pictures of Gary Oldman I’ve been drooling over for the past, oh, 5 years ever since “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” came out. What, you thought this was a recent thing? Bitch, please.

from here (follow along in my insanity!)

Now I have to tell you something that may sound crazier than the time I told you I made a pinboard of Gary Oldman pictures: I was scared to meet him. The idea of actually meeting him was terrifying and I was sort of wishing it didn’t happen, even though it would have probably made my life complete, but I can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s because I’m happier with this being an abstract obsession, and meeting him in real life would have ruined the illusions I’ve created about him over the past few years of stalking adoring him from afar. Like it would ruin it going forward because he’d be a real person and not some untouchable celebrity. Does that make any sense? I can’t really articulate why, but the whole idea made me anxious.

But at the same time I was dying for that chance encounter. Can you imagine a better story? Or Facebook profile picture? Let’s be honest, it would have looked something like this:

9 thoughts on “The Obsession Grows

  1. Well, I have to say, pretty freaking sweet of Boyfriend. I would think that GO might have left town for the weekend since maybe they’d taken it off from filming? Your best bet, I think, is to stalk the set. Or dinner out *after* filming in the evenings. Just sayin’.

    Also, totally get the scared to meet him/dying to meet him thing. Why do I keep going back to that Manhattan Transfer song with you? “The obsessions in the chasing and not the apprehending?/ The pursuit you see and never the arrest.”

  2. OMG Erin you’re hilarious. It’s funny because I saw your “turtleneck” pic on Pinterest today and thought “Oh- there she goes- she found another cool pic of him”. So glad you got your dresser! And thanks so much for the great mag storage tip today.

  3. Weeeheee the god of cake! Evan and I were rehashing that yesterday in a cake shop. Cake is all that matters is our secret catchphrase.

    I’m not sure it’s ok that you have a whole Pinterest board of Gary Oldman!

  4. Aww, bless your man, what a trooper, did you have to bribe him with anything?

    You really crack me up with that picture. I can totally understand how you feel about the possibility of having met GO. It’s bizarre how we hold people in such high regard (erm obsession), to just suffer a meltdown or total freak out if it actually came to pass. I also wonder if it would spoil our impression of them as they exist in our imaginations. I’m glad then that you didn’t meet him and therefore risk spoiling things :-)

    Bravo on the dresser x

  5. HAHAHAHA, that picture is the best ever. Sorry you couldn’t find him. I would have loved to see a picture with you and him. And you drooling. Or crying. Or both.

  6. I LOVE that you PS’ed the “cake is all that matters” caricature onto GO’s shoulder. That’s brilliant! I know what you mean by not wanting to actually meet GO. I mean, what if he’s incredibly rude and not at all charming in real life (fat chance), then you would be crushed. Or, OR, what if he’s all that and a bag of chips and your admiration turns to obsession. Then, he has to get a restraining order and you find yourself on TMZ. No, not a good scenario, at all.

  7. Maybe it’s for the better that you weren’t able to bite a chunk out of his shoulder ;) Totally get the conundrum of wanting to meet him but at the same time being afraid to meet him in person. Sometimes the fantasy is just better than the reality…does that make sense? I feel like I haven’t woken up yet…Whoo-hoo for getting the IKEA dresser!

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