Sean Kingston Is The New Rockwell

And not just for the reasons you probably assumed. In an article on “pop paranoia,” the Guardian quotes the average man, with an average life as saying that he just wants to be left alone in his average hotel room. But he feels like everybody is watching him (and he has no privacy, whooooah-oh-a-oh):

“There is this one girl who somehow always knows when I am coming in town and what hotel I am staying in and she just appears everywhere.

“It’s crazy scary because I have no idea how she finds out where I am going to be.”

Now we find these remarks to be NOT PARANOID. Just a little unsettled. But then Sean continues:

“I look around all the time thinking ‘Like, are they talking about me?'”

“You know I walk down the street and think people are saying my name.”

Perhaps it’s the mailman. Or the IRS. Sean, as someone who was also…pleasantly plump at your age, my advice is to milk your golden moment of being hounded by the ladies, even the crazy ones, for all it’s worth. Just so long as you don’t get to the point where you’re afraid to wash your hair. (Christ, I’m going to be singing this all day now with no one to blame but myself.)

Are Sean Kingston, Athlete, And Prince Suffering From Pop Paranoia [The Guardian]