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