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Posted on June 1st, 2012


Obsessed is such a disgusting sounding word when you repeat it over and over again. I’m obsessed with buying shoes. I’m obsessed with the color pink. I’m obsessed with anything plaid. I’m obsessed with constantly changing and rearranging things. I’m obsessed with chocolate! I can never get enough. I can never be satisfied with what I already have. I can always use more of whatever it is.

Obsession brings us to the point of desperately needing something when in reality, it’s the last thing we need. Obsession can easily be considered an ugly facet of humanity. I can go from simply liking or caring about something to an addiction, and eventually reaching the point of insanity: obsession. There’s a good chance of never coming back from an obsession. It can cause us as human beings to cross lines and overstep boundaries. We can get so wrapped up with an obsession that we become blind to what we do, or how we sound and act. It’s inexplicable to a certain degree. It’s powerful and draws heavily from our emotions.

At least that’s how it feels. I’m no scientist or doctor, and I certainly won’t pretend to be. Those are two fields I said I’d have nothing to do with. And I intend on keeping it that way. Being a people watcher, err, an observer, I’ve seen my fair share of obsessions blossom. It’s quite the tragedy. At the end you just wish you could applaud because it was such a great performance. But it’s no act. It’s real and it’s insane. Obsession pulls on emotions that we’ve lost control over. One of the biggest things we tend to obsess over is each other and the relationships we share. Love is an emotion we tend to leave out in the open; let the world do with what it pleases. This makes it readily available to manipulation and now obsession has a direct route to the mind. Past romantic relationships, or even current ones, are brutal when subject to obsession.

They broke up five months ago but she still drunk texts him every other weekend, pretending it was an accident. He finds her laugh to be infectious and so he stalks her Facebook religiously, sending her messages like daily prayers, even though her relationship status clearly reads “married.” She brings him coffee every morning and apparently confuses “love” with “friends with benefits.” He’s so wrapped up in his newest girlfriend that he has forgotten what his friends look like and he honestly believes he’d rather carry all her shopping bags around the mall than play a pick-up game of disc. Yeah, okay buddy.

Obsession hides reality from us. It toys with our feelings of love and caring and makes them limitless. I know there’s a saying that goes something like “Love knows no bounds” or whatever; that’s all well and good when both sides are still all in. But when someone knows they’re keeping someone else on the hook, or the obsession is negatively impacting everyone else in that person’s life, lines have been crossed and a boundary is needed. And it’s not love. It’s just depressing.

Some people throw the ‘O’ word around like it ain’t no thang. “Oh my God. I’m sooo obsessed with his muscles. I just can’t stop touching them.” That’s really unfortunate. They’ll never give you that kind of affection back. And if he’s jacked while openly admitting to being a gym rat and claiming to be obsessed with working out, you probably won’t get it from him either.

The whole thing is pretty backward. People say they’re obsessed with things then they aren’t, and other people completely deny their obsession when it’s more obvious then the final ending to every Disney Princess movie. Denial must go hand in hand with obsession. By denying it, we don’t see what we’re doing. We’re not seeing the whole picture. We’re purposely leaving things out of our field of vision. If we could see how everyone else saw the situation, if we could see ourselves from the outside, we wouldn’t be doing it anymore, right? If only it were that easy.

It would be convenient if there was some kind of medication to cure people of their obsession disorder. Although it would be nearly impossible to get them to willingly take it because according to them, nothing is wrong. You would have to sneak it in their drink or something. And that could get very ugly. The best medicine for this scenario is a good slap in the face. Knock the eyes out so they can get a good look at themselves from a different point of view. Know what I’m saying?

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