O = Obsession
|synonyms:||fixation, ruling/consuming passion, passion, mania, idée fixe, compulsion, preoccupation, infatuation, addiction, fetish, craze, hobbyhorse;|
This is a post from last year. It was a crazy day and I pulled out a repeat. 🙂
It is a good thing I never got into drugs, I have such an addictive personality, I would probably still be in rehab. Over the course of my life I have had many addictions/obsessions.
In my teen years I became addicted to solitaire, which then became an obsession later in life also on the computer. I love being able to shut my mind off while playing solitaire. You don’t think–it becomes all about the cards, the patterns. I love following patterns and puzzles.
I then became addicted to smoking–thankfully that was a habit I only kept for a few years.
When my kids were younger, I didn’t have external obsessions, I believe THEY became my obsession. What they ate, how I cooked their food, vitamins, health foods, detergent–no scents, scents, lotions, sun screens, allergies, sickness, growth, educational EVERYTHING, etc. Anything to do with the kids became an obsession.
In the past 10 years, as they’ve gotten older, my obsessions have come back. As stated earlier, my first one was solitaire. I would play for hours and into the middle of the night on the computer.
Next came my obsession with Bejeweled–I adore Bejeweled. Again, patterns. I love finding patterns. I have been told I should have worked for the FBI.
Just seeing that electrical “ZAP” on the screen makes me want to pull out my Kindle and stay up all night. I won’t, but it’s calling to me. I can hear that little zapping sound as I’m typing.
Next was my obsession with Soduko
I swear there was a time in my life that I would have actually tried to do this if someone buried me in sand. I had not one but three subscriptions to Soduko. I never liked playing on the internet or on my phone. I had to have a pen or pencil. I had a book on every end table, every bathroom, at work, in my car and in every purse I owned. I was never without a book. Again, the rhythm of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 mesmerized me. I would sit and count–4, 5, 7, oh there’s 8. Yes! 9!! OMG I am done, that did it–9 was the one!! All the problems in my life or the world melted away as I tried to fill little boxes with numbers 1-9.
I tried to get into Angry Birds, but I didn’t like it. It was frustrating and did actually make me angry. My goal is to mindlessly find patterns and not think, so this did not help. I found myself hating those damn birds and if I have to go to YouTube to find a video to pass a level, I’m done. It isn’t fun anymore.
My next addiction–as it is for most people, Candy Crush.
Just looking at that screen makes me want to open it on my phone. I won’t. I CAN’T. I was stuck on that damn thing for months. And I swore I wouldn’t spend money, but when I was stuck on a level for over a week. Yes, I spent my $5 to beat that son-of-a-bitchin’ level! I finally walked away about a year ago, and I haven’t gone back. But that damn little chocolate ball with the sprinkles is winking at me–do you see it? I see it, he is winking at me and….well….I may play one game. Just one.
But, through it all the one obsession that has been with me all my life and continues to be my obsession: spanking. I love to read it, watch it (SpankingTube.com) and now write it.
What is your obsession??