I am a woman of extremes. Of obsessions. I rarely thread the middle path. I do not comprehend the tone and concept of moderation.
I do something ad nauseam, over and over again; till I cannot stand even the thought of it anymore. If I like a song, I play it on repeat till one fine day, I start to hate the sound of it. I read all the works of a particular author in one go, and most likely never come back to her/ his works again for a long time. I obsess about buying a new gadget or visiting a new place. I research endlessly and read reviews and blog posts. I watch videos on it. For days at end. And then a day comes when I tell Mr H that I absolutely NEED it my life or just HAVE to do it, or that my future happiness depends on this one thing! I derive extreme, almost abnormal pleasure when I finally obtain / realize whatever it is that I had desired . All’s then well for a while. A brief interlude of contentment and ease ensues, until the next obsession comes along!
I can also be obsessed with multiple things at one time. For example, here are my current ones.
HIIT. My exercise fad for the month, most likely.
Hoarding and reading magazines. Obsessively.
Quirky surgical/ theater cap prints.
Baking and eating banana bread. Mostly eating though. And yes, it’s very counter- productive to Obsession No. 1- HIIT.
And finally. I am obsessed with baby-carriers, baby- wearing and baby- wearing thingamajigs and paraphernalia. Have been for a while now!
Till next time..