Maybe it’s a Leo trait, but I tend to obsess over things that interest me. Coffee. Tattoos and piercings. Triple Crown Horse Racing. Listening to Twenty One Pilots’ Car Radio 100,000+ times since its release.
But what happens when preoccupation becomes so singular and predominant that it’s almost painful? Not to the point of disturbing normal day-to-day functionality, but rather co-existing with it. First thought in the morning, last thought in the evening, mingling with all the thoughts in between. Levels of interests are consistent, regardless of circumstance; there’s good reason behind it but no real substance.
Two activities displace this enduring monomania: watching football and playing soccer. It gives me pause to think my love for the game trumps all, but it makes perfect sense. I can easily express my enthusiasm for the game, but there are no words for my preoccupation.
And so I just sit in silence.