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In Hollywood and in Beverly Hills, on many street corners and inside tourist shops you can find someone selling "a map to the stars' homes." And there are tour buses that tourists pay a pretty penny for so they can be shown the outside of the houses of (or, more commonly, the thick cement walls around the property of) famous people.
We idolize certain people, they are icons and archetypes to us, we put them on a pedestal. We feel drawn to them and to their world; their surroundings (whether that's a house or a place our chosen icon is seen). Their homes are like castles to us - or like a church, a sacred space.
But who are those stars? They're just people. But they are people who, in our minds, are special, different from others. They give us inspiration, hope, something bigger and brighter than we are. We pay to see them in movies and shows, in concert, at professional sporting events.
Why do we pay them, why are we obsessively interested in them, fascinated by them? Actually, those people we idolize are our living, breathing fantasies. And there are probably few things more meaningful to each of us than our fantasies are.
Interestingly though, ultimately we each have the most power. If we stop paying for the movie, the show, the tour bus ride, the session - if we stop feeding our fantasy that another human being will save us from ourselves, that other human being fizzles up and becomes small in our minds. But as long as we pay and believe we keep that other person in our world as being larger than life.
We can think of Google maps as a map to one of our own private stars, our therapist. The therapist is an incredibly special person who listens to us, comforts us, gives us a safe space, shows love to us. So is it so strange that we want to see where our therapist lives? I don't think so, I believe it's human nature to create Gods of people, and naturally, we want to fully know our Gods.
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