OBSESSION

Every time I read about a character, male or female, obsessing over their partner, their job, or their life I'm one of the people reading who can completely relate to the subject.

Many times I've tried to figure out what triggers my obsessing over something. I never figure it out because it's quirky and if spent too much time thinking about it I might actually end up obsessing about why I obsess. Oy!

My focus can be over something as silly as how the plastic storage containers are put away, or how towels are folded, to big stuff like a project I'm working on right now. When this happens, I can't stop thinking, planning, cataloging, strategizing or sometimes even researching about the obsession.

For three days I've been oblivious to everything else but this new project I've been assigned. I can't even tell you, without looking like I'm crazy, how many hours I've put into it the last three days. Poor GG has been very neglected this week.

Shmoo broke his right hand (don't ask 'cuz it's sooooo dumb) and I had to really focus my attention the last few days to get him to the doctor, x-rayed, and his hand splinted. I'm a horrible Mother. Thank God Shmoo didn't seem to notice. The wonders of the self-absorbed teenager who doesn't notice his Mother isn't doting on him and his injury.

As you can see I'm all over the map with this one. I can't concentrate enough on my writing to have cohesive or coherent thoughts. Or at least that's what it feels like. My brain is already thinking about the next part of the presentation and most definitely NOT on what I'm writing.

Just so you know, I'll be involved in this project until February 1st. That's the only warning I'm issuing for my distracted and disjointed thoughts and ponderings. One might wonder why I bothered to write this at all. I'm pretty sure I had a reason when I started it. Really. I did.