he was quite obsessed with the at the market place. She was maybe about 5’7, with long dark red hair that was gently curled. No one ever new if she curled it herself every morning, or if it was naturally like that.
Everyday he would ride his bicycle down to the market hoping she would be on shift or at least doing a little bit of shopping herself. He had noticed that she tending to work on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. These were the busiest days down there, she must be a good worker. Once in a while she would not be at work on her normal day, so he would end up going down there every day just to see when she would be making up the day she had missed. Some days he would be down there for the whole day without seeing her, but he didn’t mind. Once he saw her again, it was all worth it in his mind.
Thursday was very rainy and quiet. Not many people were out. He sat in the corner of the little cafe where he always sat. She was there, looking as brilliant as she always did. Her hair was in a half-pont today, but it still had a gentle curl to it. One little strand was hanging around her face, even though she kept putting it back around her ear. She was sneezing, he noticed. Not just sneezing. No, she was caughing terribly also. Hopefully she will get over her cold and be happy again tommorow, he thought.
Saturday
He was sitting in his corner as usual. Sometimes he got there before her due to her shift start time, the weather, or just because. He sat there for three hours, finally deciding she wasn’t coming in today. He went home.
Sunday
Yet again, he sat and waited. She never showed up. She never did this two days in a row….
She was obsessed with me. At first it was like, hey, awesome, I’m dating this really hot chick who actually preferred to make out with me. But then she started getting all clingy. Phone calls, knowing where I was, wanting to hang out with me and the boys – so not cool. But when I tried to break it off, she had none of it, and that’s when she started following me around.
Karie couldn’t eat, sleep, walk, catch a bus, listen to the radio, pet the dog without thinking about him and how much better it would be with him there by here side. She was, in a word, obsessed.
No one wants to admit being obsessed with anything. It’s unhealthy. Brings to mind stalkers with shrines in thier closets, the walls papered with fuzzy results of a telephoto lens. Salivating, maybe masturbating to the thought of thier obsession.
No one wants to be obsessed with anything, I would think it would be an awful lot of work, an awful lot of time to dedicate to someone.
There’s a difference between obsession and dedication, obsession and commitment…
although those lines often blur, especially when viewed from a telephoto lens
I wish I could be obsessed, watching as my husband feverishly rearranges the garage, carefully selecting a place, a spot for everything. Unfortunately, I am obsessed with sleep, which, although not productive physically, is just that–emotionally.
It isn’t healthy, what you have. You constantly think about him, constantly wishing you could know his every thought. You’d like nothing better than to be him, to actually know him, to love him like you would love yourself. I know what it’s like.
But there’s a difference between you and me- there’s a reason why you have a restraining order against you, and he’s taking me to the movies this Friday.
i am obsessed with penguins, I think. I have more than 70 penguins (not real ones, lol) in my house and have been to nearly all the uk zoos that have them. I know more about them than the average person and want to work with them one day. I would love to visit antarctica and see their natural habitat. I am OBSESSED.
I am obsessed with thinking. It’s all I do day in and day out. It’s a terrible obsession that usually only leads to depression. Another ession. I don’t really like words that end in those letters. They don’t ever lead to anything good. Obsession is dangerous. Very dangerous. It must be if the first thing that comes to my mind is depression.
i can see people looking at me from behind curious eyes, wondering just what would push me to the point where i would do what i did. i don’t really know, maybe i’m a little obsessed. you reached down in the depths of my body to the places that i don’t show anyone, like the space in the back of the attic that no one ever mentions or acknowledges. you reached down, and you broke me.
I’m obsessed. With him. Because i can’t help it. Because he’s perfect. because he’s not. because he’s all i’ve ever wanted in a guy and hes everything i could hate in a person. and hes beautiful. and i’ve loved him forever. always have and always will. I think im obsessed. But id rather call it love.
You would think with the way he was obsessed with dirigibles, Joseph would not be afraid of heights. But you would be hard pressed to even see him climb a step ladder.
Okay, Alec would admit it. He was now, officially, obsessed with strawberries. It was Magnus’ fault, though! If he hadn’t made him try fondue none of it would have happened. On second though, Aec was happier than ever, because it had happened.
I can laugh at my self now but back then I needed you. I wasn’t that significant to you but the little things you did were a mountain of meaning. Your smile and the glimmer in your eye. I guess I can admit now that I was obsessed. I’ve since promised myself never to feel that way again.
I look onto the blank page that lies upon my desk and write. I write, and write until my hand simply cant take it anymore. Sure you could say this small obsession may be a problem, but I don’t believe it is. It’s simply an outlet for my raging imagination. Fiction is nothing but a dream, or fear that manifests itself in my mind. Not an obsession. Or so I believe. Others may disagree. No, writing is simply a way for me to get away from it all, without actually getting away. And I’m happy that I have the freedom to do so. For if I didn’t THEN I would have a problem.
once I was obsessed with a boy. He was dating a friend of mine who I thought was the prettiest luckiest girl in the world. I thought he would never ask me out. Then one day he did. That was the day I realized two things, one, I was not pretty enough for that boy, two, I liked his girlfriend better.
when I was three, I was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn- well still am. I know- weird for a three year old to be obsessed with audrey Hepburn…. But I was also mesmerized by her grace and elegance and wanted to be just like her and Holly Golightly and move to New York City. Well, still is my dream.
llamas. wow random. its amazong what comes out when your not thinkng about it. lalalallala BABANANANANA. i like everything. kinda. I Pray for the People in Japan. I am partially obsessed with JB!
She didn’t know why she was obsessed with orange juice. She just was. Simple as that. The pulp, the color, the acidity. Nothing went better with breakfast or lunch and mostly vodka.
i am obsessed with being loved. i don’t know why i care so much about it. i just know that i do, and that it tears me apart. with bryce, for example. i wish that i could be my own person without him. or without anyone else. but it seems nearly impossible for me to enjoy my own company anymore. i am a social being, as much as i try not to be. i see it as sinful.
but is it really all that bad?
I keep thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it. I know the constant thinking about it is bad, but I think the thing in itself is good. Very good. Very, very good. Which is why I keep thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it.
its what you are when you care so deeply about something or someone that you cant focus on yourself. This is the cure for self-obbsessionn but also a guilt for loving someone or something that cant love you back, which makes it obbsession rather than love
I am so in love with something or someone that it is impractical, fantastical, and unrealistic. This could be anything. A man, an idea, an emotion, or just an object. Today I am obsessed with Stumble.
I don’t remember that feeling, but perhaps it was obsession. I felt like I could have been obsessed with FC, and it didn’t seem like a healthy obsession. Is any obsession healthy? In the end, I just wanted a little more of FC…just a little.
I was consumed by the masses. The lights all around me. The busy streets, the honking cars, the bums on every street corner, just looking for some change to feed themselves breakfast.
I became obsessed with the city, the life, the noise, the people. Everything.
I never want to leave this place, New York City is the place for me.
I am obsessed with television. I believe obsession is a very wide spread thing… many people have obsessions, but they don’t know it is an obsession. I wonder how obsession and addiction tie together. They seem like they would be similar.
Obssesion is a serisously problem with some people, since it might lead to stalking. When a person is obssed they seem to have no controlo over what they do to be able to be with or know more about his/her obssesion. It can be a good or a bad thing
I just think about the same image over and over… It’s proyecting in my mind as a movie… but I don’t have the remote control.. It just stock on my head, like a tattoo made in blood, made in my own skin. I am a prisoner of it.
by Carolina González López-Henríquez on 03.12.2011
I’m completely obsessed with you. Not in a freaky way, of course. In a “can’t breathe, can’t see, truly, madly, deeply in love with you” kind of obsessed. When I think about you, all I want is for you to be holding me in your arms. When I see your face, I can’t help but smile. Will you be mine forever? Because I am obsessed with you.
he was quite obsessed with the at the market place. She was maybe about 5’7, with long dark red hair that was gently curled. No one ever new if she curled it herself every morning, or if it was naturally like that.
Everyday he would ride his bicycle down to the market hoping she would be on shift or at least doing a little bit of shopping herself. He had noticed that she tending to work on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. These were the busiest days down there, she must be a good worker. Once in a while she would not be at work on her normal day, so he would end up going down there every day just to see when she would be making up the day she had missed. Some days he would be down there for the whole day without seeing her, but he didn’t mind. Once he saw her again, it was all worth it in his mind.
Thursday was very rainy and quiet. Not many people were out. He sat in the corner of the little cafe where he always sat. She was there, looking as brilliant as she always did. Her hair was in a half-pont today, but it still had a gentle curl to it. One little strand was hanging around her face, even though she kept putting it back around her ear. She was sneezing, he noticed. Not just sneezing. No, she was caughing terribly also. Hopefully she will get over her cold and be happy again tommorow, he thought.
Saturday
He was sitting in his corner as usual. Sometimes he got there before her due to her shift start time, the weather, or just because. He sat there for three hours, finally deciding she wasn’t coming in today. He went home.
Sunday
Yet again, he sat and waited. She never showed up. She never did this two days in a row….
Haiku Ni-Ju-Go:
Why do most things suck?
For you, mankind, are obsessed
With being half-assed!
She was obsessed with me. At first it was like, hey, awesome, I’m dating this really hot chick who actually preferred to make out with me. But then she started getting all clingy. Phone calls, knowing where I was, wanting to hang out with me and the boys – so not cool. But when I tried to break it off, she had none of it, and that’s when she started following me around.
Love.
She is obsessed with
the idea
of it.
The idea
of her
and him.
Together.
Through the good
and
the bad.
Karie couldn’t eat, sleep, walk, catch a bus, listen to the radio, pet the dog without thinking about him and how much better it would be with him there by here side. She was, in a word, obsessed.
No one wants to admit being obsessed with anything. It’s unhealthy. Brings to mind stalkers with shrines in thier closets, the walls papered with fuzzy results of a telephoto lens. Salivating, maybe masturbating to the thought of thier obsession.
No one wants to be obsessed with anything, I would think it would be an awful lot of work, an awful lot of time to dedicate to someone.
There’s a difference between obsession and dedication, obsession and commitment…
although those lines often blur, especially when viewed from a telephoto lens
I wish I could be obsessed, watching as my husband feverishly rearranges the garage, carefully selecting a place, a spot for everything. Unfortunately, I am obsessed with sleep, which, although not productive physically, is just that–emotionally.
It isn’t healthy, what you have. You constantly think about him, constantly wishing you could know his every thought. You’d like nothing better than to be him, to actually know him, to love him like you would love yourself. I know what it’s like.
But there’s a difference between you and me- there’s a reason why you have a restraining order against you, and he’s taking me to the movies this Friday.
It’s all about control, love.
i am obsessed with penguins, I think. I have more than 70 penguins (not real ones, lol) in my house and have been to nearly all the uk zoos that have them. I know more about them than the average person and want to work with them one day. I would love to visit antarctica and see their natural habitat. I am OBSESSED.
I am obsessed with thinking. It’s all I do day in and day out. It’s a terrible obsession that usually only leads to depression. Another ession. I don’t really like words that end in those letters. They don’t ever lead to anything good. Obsession is dangerous. Very dangerous. It must be if the first thing that comes to my mind is depression.
it soon became an obsession. No one else really knew or perhaps understood the importance of it for Jane. Today she must share this joy with others.
a
i can see people looking at me from behind curious eyes, wondering just what would push me to the point where i would do what i did. i don’t really know, maybe i’m a little obsessed. you reached down in the depths of my body to the places that i don’t show anyone, like the space in the back of the attic that no one ever mentions or acknowledges. you reached down, and you broke me.
I’m obsessed. With him. Because i can’t help it. Because he’s perfect. because he’s not. because he’s all i’ve ever wanted in a guy and hes everything i could hate in a person. and hes beautiful. and i’ve loved him forever. always have and always will. I think im obsessed. But id rather call it love.
You would think with the way he was obsessed with dirigibles, Joseph would not be afraid of heights. But you would be hard pressed to even see him climb a step ladder.
Okay, Alec would admit it. He was now, officially, obsessed with strawberries. It was Magnus’ fault, though! If he hadn’t made him try fondue none of it would have happened. On second though, Aec was happier than ever, because it had happened.
I can laugh at my self now but back then I needed you. I wasn’t that significant to you but the little things you did were a mountain of meaning. Your smile and the glimmer in your eye. I guess I can admit now that I was obsessed. I’ve since promised myself never to feel that way again.
SNL
DMB
Jack Johnson
The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Purple.
Harry Potter.
Brand New.
Vocabulary.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
I look onto the blank page that lies upon my desk and write. I write, and write until my hand simply cant take it anymore. Sure you could say this small obsession may be a problem, but I don’t believe it is. It’s simply an outlet for my raging imagination. Fiction is nothing but a dream, or fear that manifests itself in my mind. Not an obsession. Or so I believe. Others may disagree. No, writing is simply a way for me to get away from it all, without actually getting away. And I’m happy that I have the freedom to do so. For if I didn’t THEN I would have a problem.
once I was obsessed with a boy. He was dating a friend of mine who I thought was the prettiest luckiest girl in the world. I thought he would never ask me out. Then one day he did. That was the day I realized two things, one, I was not pretty enough for that boy, two, I liked his girlfriend better.
when I was three, I was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn- well still am. I know- weird for a three year old to be obsessed with audrey Hepburn…. But I was also mesmerized by her grace and elegance and wanted to be just like her and Holly Golightly and move to New York City. Well, still is my dream.
llamas. wow random. its amazong what comes out when your not thinkng about it. lalalallala BABANANANANA. i like everything. kinda. I Pray for the People in Japan. I am partially obsessed with JB!
She didn’t know why she was obsessed with orange juice. She just was. Simple as that. The pulp, the color, the acidity. Nothing went better with breakfast or lunch and mostly vodka.
“Wagner was AHB-SESSED with Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. AHB-SESSED.”
“Anybody else notice the weird way this lecturer pronounces things?” I muttered to my friend.
“What?” she said in a frenzy of note-taking.
“Nevermind.”
“The Gesamtkunstwerk was Wagner’s GRRRHHH-EATest quest.”
i am obsessed with being loved. i don’t know why i care so much about it. i just know that i do, and that it tears me apart. with bryce, for example. i wish that i could be my own person without him. or without anyone else. but it seems nearly impossible for me to enjoy my own company anymore. i am a social being, as much as i try not to be. i see it as sinful.
but is it really all that bad?
It’s not a matter of who or what – it’s a matter of processes. There’s a catalyst and a chain reaction. Obsession is just the end product.
Is it wrong to be obsessed? Or are there times when it is appropriate? Can obsession lead to great things? Or is it to be avoided?
I keep thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it. I know the constant thinking about it is bad, but I think the thing in itself is good. Very good. Very, very good. Which is why I keep thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it.
In the black of her eye
he see’s his reflection
and watched the light in it
fade.
For a single moment alone
he tied her down and cut her throat
and in his hand he felt hers
go cold.
its what you are when you care so deeply about something or someone that you cant focus on yourself. This is the cure for self-obbsessionn but also a guilt for loving someone or something that cant love you back, which makes it obbsession rather than love
I am so in love with something or someone that it is impractical, fantastical, and unrealistic. This could be anything. A man, an idea, an emotion, or just an object. Today I am obsessed with Stumble.
I don’t remember that feeling, but perhaps it was obsession. I felt like I could have been obsessed with FC, and it didn’t seem like a healthy obsession. Is any obsession healthy? In the end, I just wanted a little more of FC…just a little.
I was consumed by the masses. The lights all around me. The busy streets, the honking cars, the bums on every street corner, just looking for some change to feed themselves breakfast.
I became obsessed with the city, the life, the noise, the people. Everything.
I never want to leave this place, New York City is the place for me.
I am obsessed with television. I believe obsession is a very wide spread thing… many people have obsessions, but they don’t know it is an obsession. I wonder how obsession and addiction tie together. They seem like they would be similar.
“Paul…Hello in there,” waving her hand in front of his face “anybody in there? Paul?”
Once again, Paul was preoccupied as he drove by the scene where Gene died, which unfortunately was caddy corner to his house.
“You’re becoming obsessed with your theory you know?” Mrs. Simmons nervously suggested.
“I know.” Paul answered. “This thing consumes me, almost haunts me. I think I’m in real trouble.”
Obssesion is a serisously problem with some people, since it might lead to stalking. When a person is obssed they seem to have no controlo over what they do to be able to be with or know more about his/her obssesion. It can be a good or a bad thing
I just think about the same image over and over… It’s proyecting in my mind as a movie… but I don’t have the remote control.. It just stock on my head, like a tattoo made in blood, made in my own skin. I am a prisoner of it.
I’m completely obsessed with you. Not in a freaky way, of course. In a “can’t breathe, can’t see, truly, madly, deeply in love with you” kind of obsessed. When I think about you, all I want is for you to be holding me in your arms. When I see your face, I can’t help but smile. Will you be mine forever? Because I am obsessed with you.
love
boyfriend
my life
mi friends
my favorites brans
you!
my family
my dogs
my ideas!
all about me
I am obsessed with small creatures that cannot be seen, scabies mites, bookworms, head lice..