LJ Idol: Week 17 (Open Topic)
Confessions of the Slightly Obsessed
Please don't tell me about the latest Facebook game.
Please don't tell me about how great Twitter is.
Please don't tell me about this new book/movie/show/green dancing alien that I simply *must* see.
No, really. Don't tell me. I don't wanna hear about it, don't wanna know about it.
Because if it is as great as you say (and quite possibly, even if it sucks big sweaty balls) I will end up addicted to it.
Just ask my girlfriend - among other things, she's watched me go through Neopets, Farmville, Pogo games, Yahoo pinochle, and more television shows that you can count (she's quite sick of Dr. Who.)
The obsession du'jour is Prevention.com's version of mah jongg.
My obsessions usually have rules. For mah jongg, the rule is that I must play until I get a score of at least 12,000 across two games. Sometimes that means I'm playing for ten minutes. But sometimes that means I'm playing for several hours.
Yes, I know - it borders on compulsiveness.
Well, I guess I *could* just stop. But then I get anxious. And when I'm anxious I'm not productive, so I might as well just engage in the compulsion anyway.
Vicious cycle, it is.
I don't know where I get this from, but it seems I've always been this way. I suppose in some ways it's an extension of my anal-retentiveness. I have an organization system for everything, and god help you if you mess any of them up. CDs, books, clothes - a place for everything and everything in its place.
And let's not get started on TV! Survivor? Never miss an episode. Glee? Totally there. Want to know what's happening with Gray's Anatomy or Private Practice? I'm your woman. And I'm your woman for about twenty other shows, too.
It's really quite pathetic. I know this. I waste at least 20-30 hours per week maintaining my obsessions and compulsions. Sure, the anal-retention serves me well when it comes to schoolwork. But all the obsessions and compulsions reduce the time I have for the productive things?
But I could quit. Really I could. I can quit any time.
Sure.
And now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to watching Gary Busey be crazy on The Celebrity Apprentice.
This has been a post for LJ Idol. Voting link will be up later in the week if you want to vote.
Please don't tell me about the latest Facebook game.
Please don't tell me about how great Twitter is.
Please don't tell me about this new book/movie/show/green dancing alien that I simply *must* see.
No, really. Don't tell me. I don't wanna hear about it, don't wanna know about it.
Because if it is as great as you say (and quite possibly, even if it sucks big sweaty balls) I will end up addicted to it.
Just ask my girlfriend - among other things, she's watched me go through Neopets, Farmville, Pogo games, Yahoo pinochle, and more television shows that you can count (she's quite sick of Dr. Who.)
The obsession du'jour is Prevention.com's version of mah jongg.
My obsessions usually have rules. For mah jongg, the rule is that I must play until I get a score of at least 12,000 across two games. Sometimes that means I'm playing for ten minutes. But sometimes that means I'm playing for several hours.
Yes, I know - it borders on compulsiveness.
Well, I guess I *could* just stop. But then I get anxious. And when I'm anxious I'm not productive, so I might as well just engage in the compulsion anyway.
Vicious cycle, it is.
I don't know where I get this from, but it seems I've always been this way. I suppose in some ways it's an extension of my anal-retentiveness. I have an organization system for everything, and god help you if you mess any of them up. CDs, books, clothes - a place for everything and everything in its place.
And let's not get started on TV! Survivor? Never miss an episode. Glee? Totally there. Want to know what's happening with Gray's Anatomy or Private Practice? I'm your woman. And I'm your woman for about twenty other shows, too.
It's really quite pathetic. I know this. I waste at least 20-30 hours per week maintaining my obsessions and compulsions. Sure, the anal-retention serves me well when it comes to schoolwork. But all the obsessions and compulsions reduce the time I have for the productive things?
But I could quit. Really I could. I can quit any time.
Sure.
And now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to watching Gary Busey be crazy on The Celebrity Apprentice.
This has been a post for LJ Idol. Voting link will be up later in the week if you want to vote.