Have you ever discovered something that you just can’t get out of your mind? At what point does it become unhealthy?

Or is it one of those things that if you can’t fix, you feature?

I tend to find myself obsessed at times.

From getting that perfectly lined up shot of a full moon behind a statue on top of a building. To finding the perfect taco. To that beautiful girl who’s washing her car across the street. To curating the perfect playlist for a road trip. To collecting every song I am reminded of in a dream (Don’t tell me I am the only one who remembers songs in dreams...). To imagining just where I would bite that girl at work with the perfect thigh gap.

Perhaps I am obsessed with perfection? Or collecting? Or... yes?

I do believe I am learning to simply witness beauty. As much as I’d love to spend the night with the beautiful 19-year-old and her thigh gap...

Yet I do find myself stuck, at times, in my obsessions.

When something turns up missing, nothing gets accomplished until I find it. Or when I think of that song that belongs in that playlist, I have to drop what I’m doing and add it... in just the right spot.

Or there’s that thigh gap again. Now that is a serious distraction.

However, I did eventually get that perfect shot—the nearly full moon (one day prior, made for a more interesting shot), lined up behind the statue of the Indian on top of the statehouse. Then I stopped. Mission accomplished.

I have yet to approach the girl washing her car. What would I even say? Maybe she’ll wash mine?

Maybe, one day, I’ll find an obsession to become passionate about. Maybe I already have.

Those curves...

What i'm listening to:

Telstar
The Tornados
Telstar

Today, I am planning to meet some friends for lunch. It’s a good opportunity to bring brownies.

Why brownies?

Well, I like brownies—and I’ve been craving brownies. But, if I bake a batch of brownies without plans to meet someone out and about, I’ll have an entire pan of brownies. Just sitting there. With only myself to eat them.

I don’t need to eat an entire pan of brownies. No one does.

So, I obtained a new recipe from a pretty girl for black bottom cream cheese brownies—from scratch. I’ve come a long way from the Pillsbury box brownie days of yore.

It’s simple enough. Hand mix the chocolate part. Pulse the cream cheese part in the magic bullet. Easy!

Oh, wait...

I KNOW I have had a magic bullet. Oh, yeah... shit.

Small price to pay? Still?

Well, in the wake of the coronavirus-inspired solitude... yes! Although, I cannot help feeling more and more like a chump. After all, that was now seven months ago. And only today did I notice that my magic bullet is gone.

Clearly, I use it a lot.

Yet, I am still working to purge things. Work that is nearing an end—thanks to a new friend teaching me the concept of cost opportunity.

Ultimately, what’s left will be given away... and what’s left after that will be tossed. In favor of my new life.

My Ctrl-Alt-Del.

Anyway, she didn’t take my blender. Let’s make some brownies... and enjoy some time with friends.