So… I may or may not have a tiny little “obsession” with one Bryan Adams. I may have – hypothetically of course – bought front row tickets for back-to-back, out of town shows. And there is potentially a 65% chance that I have considered following his tour bus around America the next time he snakes through The States. Maybe. It is not outside the realm of reality that Bryan is the only person whose tweets I have sent to my cell phone. And despite the accusations of some individuals whom I opt to dub “friend” have made, I maintain that none of that justifies calling me a stalker.

The difference in an enthusiast and a stalker has everything to do with the issue of reasonable expectation of privacy. If an individual is driving from point A to point B, and both points are public knowledge, then that individual ought not expect that nobody will elect to follow them from point A to point B. Is it dedication? Sure! But it’s not stalking. Now, if that individual needs to urinate along the way, which would not be a publicly announced activity, and someone were to follow said individual into a restroom or photograph said individual during the elimination process, that would be stalking. It would be stalking because of the violation of the reasonable expectation of privacy. And because I have never followed Bryan Adams into a men’s room, behind a gas station, or around any bushes, then I can’t possibly be a stalker. I simply watch him with great enthusiasm.

Word.