Illusion of Words

A not-so-nice post about Clay Aiken and situations within the household connected with two sisters and some not-s0-nice ‘discussions’

Whew. That was a pretty long title.

I wonder if you know some things which you are indifferent to in the beginning. Then someone starts to fawn over it and go crazy. And the more they like it, the more you resent it. Not so much as that you don’t like ‘it’, but you just feel - well, like you got to tease and criticize to soothe the itchy feeling.

It sounds pretty stupid. But it did occur with Clay Aiken and my sister. And what pains me most is that I was the one who introduced him to her. I was okay with him - a geeky, skinny, not-my-type kind of not-so-handsome kid. But with my sister’s obsession, there was this itching within me. Like some kind of monster bursting from my heart. I have to make her unhappy about it or something…

Makes me feel triumphant, pleased, and guilty all at once. I try to avoid it at all costs now, after a considerably-sized argument -rare between the both of us. Unfortunately, Clay’s CD is coming out soon, and nooooooooo, I hope I can keep my cool then.

Otherwise the house will be as if stacked with piles of C-4s, ready to explode at any time. I will have to prepare myself to listen to Clay’s constant shrieks (he does shriek in nearly every song I’ve heard, nowadays, and I cannot understand why people love him so).

You’ve heard many cases of conversions to Claydom, but in this case, (my case is always slightly different from others, strangely) it’s a turn-off. Anti-conversion. (I don’t know the antonym for this word).

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