Plinky claims we all have obsessions, what am I obsessed with and why?
Whew!
What is my persistant disturbing precaution with an often unreasonable idea and feeling, ie what is my compelling motivation?
One’s compelling motivation, a jolly good show old bean how does one tackle this. I wish I had one, somewhere it talks of a passion a commitment, but me...? being obsessed, finding a cure which incidentally is finding another one.
I guess Sean Penn is right when he says life’s and irrational obsession. I never appreciated a quiet moment with a friend as much as quiet moment with a book and I think that is my obsession, my solitude.
At the end of the way the 1680 word does not really excite or empathize with me.
Unless in its diagnostic value.