On Obsession, not just for the stinky
The obsessed fascinate me.
I adore hanging out with folks who are passionate and knowledgeable about anything, everything, minutia, navel gazing, music, art, Audrey Hepburn, horror flicks, Japanese Punk Bands, installation exhibits, vintage mustangs, fonts, technology, gaming, justin timberlake, Kurosawa, etc,.
I like to effortlessly absorb knowledge, opinions, history, and anecdotes about their own obsessions. I may not be anywhere near as obsessed about their passion as they, but I.am.enthralled. by their giddiness.
I like watching a person’s eyes dizzy and glow,their whole face light up and animate as their hands guesture wildly when talking about their fan fiction of hanging with Proust or DJ Qbert in Paris. I like seeing that awkward confession of their obsession with foreign stamps and Simpsons paraphernalia. The college that Bullwinkle went to? “WhatsamataU”. Nicole Miller as designer for Jean Grey of the Xmen’s wedding dress. Heated discussions on the future of mobile technology and if MoBlogging is or IsNOT the next big thing.
As if spying through a keyhole, I see the person with their utmost dorkitude embraced and enraptured. It delights me to no end. I am obsessed with the obsessed.
And you? What’s your obsession?
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