Assholatry

When I step out on my friendslist, and I'm sorry to say that I occasionally do, there are a few blogs I visit regularly. Most of those blogs are written by people think I'd probably like very much if we ever met up in the real world (not that we ever will, since I'm much too shy to do more than lurk on any of their journals), but not everyone is part of that subset. There are a few blogs I'm ambivalent to; the writing's excellent and they're fascinating and funny people, but there's something repellent about them too. If I were ever to meet any of these people, I'd want desperately to escape them, and possibly to escape them by rendering them unconscious with a large heavy thing, within minutes of meeting them.

And yet I keep visiting them. I keep reading their blogs. I keep being in turns repelled by and attracted to them. I experience this phenomenon in real life as well, and on the whole I find it a little disconcerting, a little embarrassing. I privately call it my tendency to assholatry, and I could give you some psychological particulars as to why this particular condition, but you don't care, and really, I'm just curious to see if any of you feels that dichotomic, complicated fascination for a blog, for a celebrity, for a real life person.