Had I not won Big Brother the number of people I know would be smaller. Drastically so, if I didn’t use Twitter. By “know”, in reality television blog terms, I mean those fans I interact with on a regular basis. And I do interact with many people, on a regular basis.
My choice in getting to know most everyone who crosses my path, is always an easy one to make. Because given the choice, I always choose information. It’s how I’m wired. You can call me nosy or curious or neurotic, but whether or not I like someone or plan to keep them in my life, I just need to know shit. About everyone if I can.
I’ve been like this for so long. It’s one of the biggest reasons I won Big Brother the way I did. Information is the best asset in the game and the ability to get information, the skill. I’m good at getting info, and I like info, so info often comes knocking on my door as of late.
So whether it’s at a wedding or on Twitter or a Sunday barbecue, I’m always getting to know someone and gaining information. In the two-and-half years I’ve been tweeting and blogging, alone, I’ve gotten to know so many Big Brother fans.
But more importantly fans who are mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, students and teachers, grandparents and grandchildren, neighbors and just real people, to someone else.
Most fans become more than “just a fan” to me.
In the last few years I’ve seen so many people become parents or get married, send their kids off to college or the first day of kindergarten. So many of you have moved or gotten new jobs or boyfriends or girlfriends. Some have pets and some have too many pets, and some have none at all unless you count dust-bunnies as pets. Some are into sports and some into smoking joints. I could go on.
But then I’ve also been touched and heartbroken by so many of your losses. Because it’s only natural that you get to know everyone’s sorrows, in addition to their sunshine. I’ve seen some of you handle loss or betrayal and hurt, from afar, in ways I’d never seen before. Losing your baby or your loved one, losing your job or use of your limb, losing your home or medical care coverage. Divorce and couples counseling, baby mama drama and life’s other dramas.
I am more aware than I ever was a few years ago, of the countless different walks-of-life being walked every day whether physically or learning-disabled or able-bodied. I am, more aware, and I realize don’t have to be. But I really do choose to be.