I've got a dirty secret. And I know you do too.

If you’ve NOT been imbibing in the Pacific NorthWest of the US this weekend, like me, chances are you’ve also been glued to blogger & twitter for photos, updates, scandal, fanfic finales (Osa Bella FTW!) and other hilarity.

I am writing this on a plane back from Christchurch, where I’ve spent the weekend staying with a friend and her two small children. This friend, while she knows me well, sees me rarely and knows nothing of my twi-addiction. Herein lies the problem. This was not just any weekend. This was THE Twitarded Forks weekend. As I’m sure most of you will agree, it’s hard to get through 48 hours without talking about twi, reading fanfic or checking twitter of a normal weekend, let alone this one.

I have to exist a whole weekend in RL with no laptop? Whaaat?

There was one mention of Twilight this past weekend – while at the DVD store discussing what to rent, we saw New Moon on the shelf.

Miss K: ‘Have you seen any of those vampire movies?

Me: ‘Umm, yeah.”

“Do you wanna rent this one?”

“Umm, not really”. Nuff said, I thought.

“Have you seen it?”

“Yep, and the other two as well”

“Are they good then?”

“Yeah, they’re alright. You should watch them sometime, I just really don’t wanna rent something I’ve already seen”

“Fair enough”… whew!

Amen.

I also spent the weekend subtly (I hope) checking my phone for tweets and updates from Forks. Miss K knew my phone is my new baby and that I was exploring it’s capabilities. I assured her I was searching the app store, sorting my iTunes playlists, checking email…. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Shame on me.

Although I had accepted that I wouldn’t be able to go to Forks (NZ to US flights are a little out of my price range) I had previously thought I would spend the Forks weekend in my darkened room, surgically attached to my laptop, with twi-DVDs on constant repeat, rocking back and forth, drinking vodka and stalking twitter. When the business trip came about that allowed me to spend the weekend in Christchurch without paying for flights, I hadn’t clicked that this was Forks weekend.

Now that I’m headed home, I’ve already read fanfic updates at the airport, whipped out the laptop on the plane and am intending to spend the evening catching up in Blogland. I’m lucky in the sense that I live alone and don’t answer to anyone or have any curious eyes wondering what I’m doing. Most of the time. Except the little shit sitting next to me on the plane right now pretending not to look over my shoulder. Fuck. Off. I know you’re reading this.

I've heard that rumour. Credit to whoever created this, I found it on Google.

So, how much do your friends and family know of your addiction? I’ve read various blog posts on this topic and it seems we’ve all got varying degrees of ‘out’. I don’t have any outward obvious signs (books, soundtrack CDs and DVDs don’t count). No FSE’s, clothing or other twi-merch at my place. Should someone ever get their hands on my laptop and find my Robp0rn folder however, that would be another matter. I even had a separate Facebook account for all the twi-shit, but since that was deactivated, I’ve let it slide. No way am I ‘liking’ fanfic sites with my real profile though, that’s just asking for trouble.

How obvious is your addiction the outside world and what lengths do you go to to hide it?

And, if you went to Forks, what’s the chance the pilgrimage will become an annual event?

Should I start a Washington2011 savings fund now?