Every afternoon around 5 o'clock I find myself asking the same ol' question, subconsciously but consistently. The answer is probably no, so I never actually get around to asking myself. Instead I watch Oprah with all the other middle-aged mothers who worship all that is O. "Is it normal for a 16-year-old to be watching Oprah?".
The best part about my obsession with Oprah is that I have never gotten through an entire episode. Once. Instead, my boredom levels increase throughout the program and I change the channel before Oprah's last good-bye. "Is it normal to be obsessed with something that doesn't even wholly exist?"
The nickname Oprah Jr. stuck among my friends just like the Local Oprah and Mini Oprah did. It isn't so much that Oprah and I have a lot of similarities, I pray to God that I don't. The names are based off of my constant Oprah jokes and my natural gift of talk. People talk, I talk - somewhere in there I've collected all the juicy information in my high school...something I think people often confuse that Oprah does. "Is it normal to hold all of the secrets?"
Truthfully, I don't even like Oprah. She has a big forehead and every day is a bad hair day for her. She's rich and likes Africa, but doesn't have that impressive of a vocabulary and shrieks whenever the name John Travolta pops up into a conversation. But the name Oprah holds a concrete image in almost every American's mind - that's an entire country full of people who can respond to me when I say "Oprah". But I can't help but ask myself: "Is it normal to be known for something that isn't even there?"
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