When it comes to the adoration those feel toward their nominated Queen of All Things, Beyoncé, emotional overload doesn't even seem to cut it: they'll clamor, cry, faint, push, and even pull their way to a Beyoncé connection, completing their search for Total Beyoncé Euphoria. Which is probably why an overzealous fan in Brazil grabbed and attempted to pull Beowulf off the stage in São Paulo while she (ironic much?) sang her hit "Irreplaceable." Because love and obsession are a hell of a drug, y'all.
Now, because Beyoncé is a queen of more than just the musical variety, she seemed quick to come to the defense of this shirtless wonder. That's right, Queen B even went as far as shaking his hand and allowing him to stay in the venue, despite this misguided attempt at showing his object of affection that he would hug her 'til she loved him. It's yet another example in which the harder we try to love our idols, more likely it is to end in disaster.
This is why your favorite famous people are scared of you sometimes, overzealous fans. You just vibrate on an entirely different plane of existence. Your idea of an expression of one's own emotional adoration drives away those to whom it is distinctly targeted, which ruins it for the rest of society who just doesn't dig on things as much as you apparently do. You're just so determined to fully express the levels of your own love and appreciation that you turn into a monster of feelings and poor life decisions.
Because as endearing and well-meaning as your "oh my god I just love this human so much I need to express all the ways in which my human capacity can and should love and appreciate this other human and I just want them near me and oh god oh god oh god oh" emotional EXPLOSION may seem internally, when expressed externally, it is just a big ole jumbled mess of unpredictable and unstable nuttery.
Not because you love — no, because to love and connect with anything is a gift in and of itself — but because your love is an atomic time bomb under the pressure of 10,000 dreams and ideas and memories and well, that's just incredibly problematic when butted up against the idea of superstardom and the precautions they must take to also stay safe from those hypothetical maniacs who maybe actually want that explosion to be a bit more of the literal variety.
Welcome to both sides of the "crazy love and adoration" coin. Now, how about instead we just let the coins fall where they may and pump the breaks on all of that emotional flailing about? That way megaübersuperstars like Beyoncé can continue their musical domination with just slightly less unnerving and unmanageable obsession around them.
And remember: "Crazy in Love" was not an invitation to be so.