Obsession

While at the recent Fellowship Christmas party, I made a casual mention of OCS. C of course rolled her eyes at me as if to say "Dear God, here she goes again." Now, I have rarely talked about OCS to the other girls. The Marine Corps however, is sort of my life. C knows me well enough to know this. Why yes, there I go again with my obsession.

It leads me to wonder how unusual it is, or isn't. Doesn't everyone have an obsession? C has several, but the biggest one is her health. There is simply something ALWAYS wrong with her, always an excuse to be unhappy. I work with a young man who is obsessed with body building. He is always talking about it, reading about it, and thinking about it in everything he does. The cat Nazi is obsessed with procedure. It rules every thing she does. Brittney is obsessed with Bobby. In turn, Bobby is obsessed with Brittney (whether he likes it or not). George is obsessed with dancing.

Everyone has some fixation. Something we don't ever really stop thinking about, something that governs our choices and impacts our desires. There are women who only date rockstars. There are rockstars who never stop writing music. Artists who never stop creating. Hypochondriacs who never stop diagnosing. Soldiers who never stop soldiering. Students who never stop reading. Lawyers who overanalyze everything they see. Mothers who obsess over their children incessantly. Teenage girls spend hours pouring over themselves in their mirrors, desperate to define themselves. Athletes never really stop training.

Are these addictions? Are they just a way of life? At what point does it become too much? When it becomes something negative is the easy answer. But there is always someone who will view your obsession as something negative, someone who will feel superior because they don't share your obsession.


No real answer, just pondering.