Obsessed with Obsessions

Lately I’ve discoverd that I have become obsessed with obsessions. After a long internal deliberation I have decided that this may be do to my current fascination with my friend Corianne. I have known many different kinds of people in my life, having moved here and there and being able to travel frequently. Thus I get very excited when I meet someone whom I’m intrigued by and whom I feel like is extraordinarily unique. It’s kind of how I would imagine discovering a new color would feel, and Corianne is definitely a horse of a different color. She has several qualities that make her unique. On of which is her loads of obsessions, with birds, the color red, fabric, Asian cuisine, boots, conceptual design, she hates things that match and chrome metal objects, the list may very well be infinite. I never thought that people had obsessions such as those before meeting her. I’m completely enamored with this kind of personal identity. Previously I knew loosely things that I liked, things I didn’t like, and that was that. I never knew how liberating it might be to have an innate passion for all of the things that you enjoy and indentify with. It’s like achieving inner feng shui. Don’t get me wrong I’m fully aware that letting obsessions control your life is very unhealthy, and I’m not saying that objects define who a person is. I simply think that if you surround you self with the people, places, and things you love (a key element in feng shui) and are passionate about all those aspects of your life then you might be one step closer to being a fulfilled individual. This new sort of awareness has helped me make smarter shopping decisions, get my life more organized, and helped me gain a new sense of identity.
My current list of obsessions are as followed: trees, installation art, modern poetry, little vintage books I can keep in purse, cardigans, the city of Pittsburgh, and listening to Ingrid Michaleson.