I’m here today to talk about this very passionate obsession I’ve had since, oh…December of 2010. And that obsession is with King Tutankhamun.
I cannot give any insight as to why I am so obsessed, but I can tell you right now, I know I am.
It goes in certain patterns, I’ll be obsessed with him to the point where all I can think about is ancient Egypt and then a week or so later I’m back to normal.
It seems like all someone has to do is make a slight mention of his name and I fall right back into my obsessive tendencies. This particular bout of obsession was brought on by Dictionary.com’s Word Dynamo about the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. One of those wonders just happens to be the Pyramids of Giza.
I just want to learn as much as I can about him, but I don’t think there’s much else for me to learn. I feel like I already know as much as I can about him and it’s strange. It makes me feel like a dork.
It upsets me whenever I become deeply obsessed with something, like I am with this certain subject, because it seems like all my family does is tease me about it. It’s the same with my odd obsession with King Edward VI who is probably one of the least important kings in all of history, and no one cares about him except for me. It’s the same with him as well, I can’t learn anything more about him because I already know it all.
Maybe this is how King Tut’s curse is going to affect me. I’m just going to be fervently obsessed with him for the rest of my life. Well, that’s not actually why I think I’m obsessed with him, but if I told you the real reason, you’d probably send me to mental treatment so I can become normal once more. Yes, I do believe that it would be very strange sounding to most people.
*sigh* Oh, Tutankhamun, how I do love you very much.
Lyrics of the day: “Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell.” ~White Stripes – Seven Nation Army
