Obsessions
Being obsessed with animals is cute. Being obsessed with goal-chasing is inspirational. Being obsessed with learning provokes praise from those surrounding. Being obsessed with image? Pathetic. Being obsessed with the small details of each day? Anal-retentive. Being obsessed with anything short of sunshine? Provokes pity from those surrounding. In short, obsession is bad. Obsession is sweet. Obsession is controlling. Real obsession, that is. It wraps its long and twisted arms around your neck and it wrings and wrings. Obsession does not just show up like a unexpected houseguest; It slithers into bed with you. Slowly at first, so slowly that you are not even aware. And then eventually, you feel its presence lingering beside you in the night. You should probably check on your dog at the foot of your bed , it mentions. Is she still breathing? It asks. And then it is sitting across from you at breakfast. That's a lot of syrup. It observes as you pour the