Actually, as of today, I have 2. I used to be one of those people with really addictive personalities and sometime after high school it stopped, maybe because I decided to channel it into my obsession with Hashem. He rocks, btw. Interesting as its the other side of the coin of the uber-loyalty gene I’ve got. I stick with stuff. So it goes.
And then today it took me by surprise. Like that time I saw a dude carrying a lamp across Brooklyn and decided that carrying a lamp in a jaunty sort of fashion is extremely attractive. (Some would then argue that it is assur and un-tznius for women to carry lamps in public. Boys, avert your eyes, ‘cuz I am lamp shopping next time I’m at Ikea, and I’m going to carry that baby home with glee.)
Anyhow, obsession #1 is with this amazing chocolate ice cream, I think its one of the nestle ones, I was never into chocolate above vanilla, strawberry, coffee, or all the funky flavors you can’t get around here like MINT and COOKIE DOUGH. One day I will make my own. But I digress. This ice cream is the bomb. Sort of like Hashem, only it totally isn’t infinite and eternal as He is. I know this because I ate it and now its gone. Isn’t that sad?
The other new obsession is just going to remain classified information. I cannot tell you lest I appear a dolt on the internet. More than I already do.
Maybe a good night’s sleep will clear my brain.