Staged. Of course.
I mean, I would know, obviously.
But… what should I say, here?
I love her. I don’t want her to be with anyone but me. But…
Ok, I’ll just say it. Is that even her?
As in, is that actually Taylor Swift, the chick I fell in love with?
Here’s the thing. I just came to realize something. I’ve come to an understanding.
For years, I’ve wondered how they do it. The celebrities. In fact, that was why I started to idolize them. They looked superhuman. It was amazing, their ability to do everything in the world all at once- pap strolls, social media pictures, photoshoots, albums, movies, interviews, etc.
Now, unfortunately, I think I get it. Sometimes, they use doubles. As in, sometimes that isn’t really Taylor Swift out there in those pictures. Sometimes the real Taylor Swift is off making music while some hired actress is walking around, pretending to be Taylor.
Yeah. There’s no way this isn’t happening. There is no way one person could do all of the things that these celebrities do. At least, for a normal person. They don’t have superpowers like I do.
I didn’t realize this until just now, because I didn’t allow myself to realize it.
I think I knew it for years. For decades, I would occasionally encounter pictures in my collection of some celebs that were clearly of other people, but I would always brush them off as being just bad pictures, somehow. Even when they really did seem very different- with different faces, and even different energies, souls and emotions.
But I just refused to believe, so I didn’t. Yet again, I didn’t heed my own psychic abilities. Yet again.
I think I just didn’t want to admit that part of what I believed in wasn’t real. It was a kind of self-denial.
So… this is probably (95% sure) fake.
That’s what it feels like.
95% sure.
Am I even supposed to be upset at this?