You have to imagine the groovy twangy beat of that Stevie Wonder song from 1972, “Superstition,” playing in the background as you read this, because as soon as I read the word “obsession” this morning and realized I’d been tagged on http://stacybuckeye.wordpress.com/ my brain remixed the song to reflect this topic.
“Here is my obsession… BOW–bowp–bowp–BOW-buh-bowp–bowp…”
Problem is, you could cut and paste Stacy’s post and it would quite nicely represent my own situation (changing the name “Jason” to “Richard” would be the biggest edit). So in order to avoid being a copycat, I am going to have to change it up a little. Instead of organizing by number of years old (yet another similarity!) I’m just going to riff on a few big fat categories.
Chocolate, for openers. And closers too, thank you very much. As I always say, if it doesn’t have chocolate in it, it doesn’t really count as a treat.
Seafood. Fish tacos, shrimp scampi, crab louie, poached salmon with a buttery pesto sauce. Oooo baby. If it’s been extracted from the stinky polluted swill that is our modern day ocean and served with rice pilaf, then count me in.
Coffee. ‘Nuff said.
Eating out. I know it is an addiction which involves spending too much money that is, quite literally, flushed down the crapper, but I crave going out to eat. I love not having to cook it (though I do love cooking, I just need the occasional respite), feeling taken care of, even if it’s for a price, and best of all, not having to clean up after it, dirty dishes being my nemesis.
Eating with my family. Due to my husband’s current work schedule, I’ve pretty much had to give up this obsession, but it still means a lot to me. Sure, after hours of making a special meal and laying it out in a lovely way on the table for the whole family to enjoy, the event inevitably ends with one kid refusing to eat the squishy looking side dish and the baby howling for attention and one of the older kids yapping ad nauseum about some goofball thing that happened at school that doesn’t even sound like it was funny to have actually been there for. But somewhere in the midst of it all, I always have a lucid moment where I rise above all the squalling and complaining and appreciate that we all happen to be in the same place at the same time and that this is why I bothered getting up this morning.
If you took all the books I’d ever owned and laid them end to end, it would reach the moon. Or at least Cleveland. Okay, probably only up the street, but you get the angle I’m going for.
I currently own a paltry two bookcases worth, which does not accurately represent my deep love for these items. I love the way they smell, the way an old heavy hardbound opens into the palm of your hand and submits to your penetrating gaze, the way a new paperback waits with intact, unbent spine for me to be the first to devour its words.
I love to hold a reference book and imagine that I hold the key to an entire subject, that simply by possessing it I become the ultimate master of whole kingdoms of human knowledge.
I love to fall so deeply into a fictional tale that the world around me becomes laughably irrelevant and the only thing that matters any more is the bright tunnel that leads me on into the author’s imagination.
I love to fall so deeply in love with a character that I genuinely miss them when I close the book for the final time, the bittersweet joy of having made the acquaintance of a fabulous personality about whom I will never learn more, but who must wait in passive silence for me to deign to visit again when I reread the book.
“The power!!!” *cue lightening and thunder* “The awesome power!!!”
I suppose you could say they are my driving obsession… driving them to the park, to the library…
I could go on forever about them, but one of them is in desperate need of a diaper change and another hasn’t stopped hounding me since I began this post to hurry up and finish so he can play on the internet.
So I will wrap up this category quickly by saying that however satisfying it is to eat a great plate of tortellini alfredo, to take that first sip of coffee in the morning or to find ten hardbound books of “Asterix” at the thrift store for a quarter a piece, hearing my kids laugh tops them all.
To continue the tag, I invite el burro and Kelly to blog about their obsessions/addictions.