Thinking of an obsession was challenging for me – this could be for a variety of reasons… A) I’m overthinking this… classic me, B) I honestly don’t feel obsessed by or to something. Do I obsessively tweeze my chin hairs and other whiskers? Clearly not, because when the sun comes out you definitely know I’m mammal.
Do I ‘olic’ anything? I used to binge drink, but that was in my twenties so it was “OK”. Then I noticed I was having a glass or two of something after work every night, wave one and wave two of the ‘rona. But then I cold turkey’d with ‘Dry July’ to prove I wasn’t hooked.
I’ve tried a couple diets before, or ‘plans’ as they cleverly disguised themselves – now sweats are my best friend thanks to the rebound.
Hmmm. Rebound. Funny that it’s a basketball term and something less forgiving in social situations. Rebound sex. Rebound eating. Blah blah.
I used to be obsessed with sports. It seems I have lost that obsession. I try to stay relatively active – you know, like that one aunt relative you see a few times a year. I go swimming, sometimes. I walk, during the week – also, not obsessed.
Is depression the kryptonite to positive obsession?
where rivers are born 