I totally become obsessed.
With a pair of boots.
With my favorite Monday night mystery writer/detective show.
With my new neighbor.
With that PTC momma that I volunteered with at my kids' school.
With the leading man in whatever the last Indian movie was that I watched.
With twitter or facebook or blogging.
With some new blogger that writes just the kind of snarky/spiritually deep/groovy cool/yummy stuff I love to read.
I can't help it. I just do.
My Dad used to say that I was a zealot.
I am pretty sure that there would be restraining orders all over the place if I didn't have some semblance of social skills.
I've noticed this especially since we have made "the move" since my social calendar is far from full, and I am generally in the company of people under the age of 10.
When I find something/someone to divert my attention from the unfamiliarity of it all, I just set up camp.
Some of these things fade as time goes by, and I just like them, as a normal person should.
Other things stick with me.
I have decided that Wednesdays should be obsession days. So look for it.