Call Me Capt Ahab, But Let’s Not Talk About the Whale

fixation, consuming passion, obsession

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.

When Musicians Nail It

I do not know why I would go
In front of you and hide my soul
Cause you’re the only one who knows it
Yeah you’re the only one who knows it

And I will hide behind my pride
Don’t know why I think I can lie
Cause there’s a screen on my chest
Yeah there’s a screen on my chest

I’m standing in front of you
I’m standing in front of you
I’m trying to be so cool
[everything together]
Trying to be so cool

Ya Gotta Take It As It Comes

My Lesson in 2014: Ya Gotta Take It As It Comes

Patience isn’t my strong suit, but I’ve had to practice it in almost every facet of my life this year. Career, travel, home, sport, finance, relationships – these areas are all progressing at their own respective paces and nothing seems to be moving them along any faster.