When you think about what you are obsessed with, what makes your list? For me, the list is long and I am okay with that. But the funny thing about life is that I rarely ever grow out of my obsessions.
And I don’t find that to be a bad thing. There are all sorts of different levels of obsession and none of mine are on the scale of that can’t eat, can’t sleep kind of level. They are all like stage .5 clinger, where I follow the news and share with friends.
Though, that has a tendency to be via text, because Twitter scares me.
I could be having the worst day and social media can make it worse, but when Chris Evans posts on Instagram and plays the piano, it definitely makes it better.
Chris Evans can make everything better.
He’s just this bright joy. And yes, I say that and mean it because he’s my favorite Chris. His playing the piano is calming and also makes you think about how talented this man is.
This past weekend he upped me to a Stage 1 clinger (yes, I put his stories on alerts) because he posted just short of two minutes of him playing Prince‘s song, Purple Rain.
And it was magic.
It was like a bell ringing and and an angel getting its wings. Yes, I am full on dramatic, but blame that on my lack of sleep or my sugar withdrawals. Either option is completely plausible.
Like Chris Evans is an assault on the senses. But we all take that assault and run with it.
And then we start asking questions.
mf said he likes to get tattoos in places he will able to hide it in the movies but this one IS RIGHT THERE @ChrisEvans EXPLAIN pic.twitter.com/QvUm4jK9UX
— elena (@evanschalamet) October 9, 2021
And we embrace the sexiness of this man and we go crazy, examining every single thing he does and everything about the post.
Where is the lie? Chris Evans could say anything and we all would go nuts. And none of us care about the judgement that would follow.
At the end of the day, I am thankful for Chris Evans. We all are.
