I’d slammed halfway through the book in a couple of hours, pausing not infrequently to lament the inevitable doom of the poor vets or to scream about bureaucracy gone wrong. I was spiraling, and quick, and asked George to save me, hence the slight tussle over the book. Having the volume hidden didn’t stop me. I Googled old news articles and disturbing photos and found an assortment of other recent books on the topic. “Oh boy,” said George. “Here comes one of your obsessions.”
My obsessions come in Macro and Micro versions. The Macros are the fixations that hang over my life in a fairly omnipresent way. My interest in them may wax or wane to some degree on any given day, but it’s always there. George finds my Micro interests more amusing. Like the hurricane (literally, I suppose) they kind of crop up overnight, hang around wreaking havoc for some period of days, before disappearing just as swiftly as they’d come.
Obviously, we started keeping lists:
Macro: Cuba, Richard Nixon, Fleetwood Mac, The Lost Generation, Mysteries, Gene Kelly, National Parks, Dogs, Real Estate, Processed Foods, The Monkees, Mary Tyler Moore
Micro: Astrophysics, circuses, The Dust Bowl, The Labor Day Hurricane of 1935 (new addition!), antique furniture, Facebook-related lawsuits, Shakespeare, The American West, Phil Specter, Muppets, Christian Bands from the ‘90s, Spanish Moss, Greenwich Village, The Beats, sewing, Russian, HawthoRN, harissa, Edie Sedgwick, etc., etc., etc.
George thinks I’m somewhat unique in the … how should I say this … intensity of my obsessions, but I’m convinced there are fellow travelers out there. Come on, come on! Who are you and what are you into! Spill it in the comments!