I’ll be the first to admit I’m a passionate person.

I’m passionate about writing: I’m pretty sure I wrote my first story in Kindergarten – it was about my mom’s red van, and it was awesome.

I’m passionate about reading: I read the final book in the Harry Potter series in 17 hours. Fact: I took no breaks, there were lots of energy drinks involved and I may have cried. Several times.

I’m passionate about music: I’ve been to more concerts than I can even remember – and have been known to skip a meal (or two) to afford that coveted ticket.

Frankly, it’s my job to be in tune – locally, nationally, internationally, in the Twittersphere. I’m a journalist.

As a professional, this is a good thing. But as a regular person, I might be a creep.

The daughter of Mrs. 21 Questions, herself, I’ve spent most of my life asking away: Who? What? When? Where? Why? It’s just second nature. Which is why jumping in to this industry just made since.

But in recent months, I’ve realized that what I consider “passionate ventures,” others might consider “weird.”

So what if I know how many Twitter followers WhatsHisFace has. And who cares that I know when and where that one local musician is playing next week. And maybe, just maybe, I know every word to every one of their songs.

Is that creepy? I think it’s just part of the job.

Having said this, I’ve had my fair share of being in situations where I’ve known a bit too much (thank you, Facebook). And I’ve been in even more situations where I know way too much (thank you, Twitter).

So maybe I’m creep?

Nah.

“I’m a journalist.”

Keegan Prosser is a writer for the Issaquah & Sammamish Reporter. She can be contacted at 425-453-4602 or kprosser@bellevuereporter.com