Obsessions

[impressive]

Sexual or otherwise ... how do you deal with them?

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Sexual or otherwise ... how do you deal with them?

It's different for every obsession. Some I wallow in (like chocolate), some I write about (like giving oral), some i just live with.

 

[cloudy]

Wallow in them!

Usually when I do that, they eventually pass, and are replaced by some new obsession.

ADHD is hard to deal with sometimes.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

I tend to wallow, or sometimes take a long walk and try and get everything straight in my head. Then I try and sleep on it.

 

[Bridget69]

It depends on what it is. If it's something that's out of reach, I'll just write about it but if it's something I can possess, I'll indulge in it.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I'm obsessed with these tiny little Gouda cheeses that are wrapped up in red wax and a little red wrapper, in a red net bag. I bought a bag of like twenty of them yesterday at Sams, and I bet I ate 7 today. I am SUCH a wallower.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

I think dealing with obsession has stages to it.

First: I try putting it out of my mind. It sucks to be controlled by want.

Second: If it's deeply rooted and forbidden somehow, I write about it to explore thoughts I have and get surprised by the feelings they evoke when I make them real in type.

Third: Sometimes writing makes them stronger and other times it kills the obsession altogether. If it makes them stronger, I'm finished. I know I must try something to experience even the smallest facet of my want.

Finally: If I experience it and it's as fulfilling as I imagined, I find myself wallowing. I think sometimes our subconscious just knows what we need, though our minds rail against it for whatever reason.

~lucky

p.s. I voted 'write' because it is the most theraputic thing for me when an idea or memory of the good stuff roots itself in me and won't be denied.

 

[Sunnie]

Wallow in them!

Usually when I do that, they eventually pass, and are replaced by some new obsession.

ADHD is hard to deal with sometimes.

Here here. heh.

 

[BlackShanglan]

I'm not sure, for me, if there is any real distinction between "writing about" and "wallowing in."

 

[shereads]

After years of being good, followed by a decade of bad-but-filled-with-remorse, I am happy to attest that wallowing has changed my life for the better.

I know, I know. There will be a comeuppance. I was raised in the Baptist Church and there's not much any of you can tell me about the consequences of wallowing that hadn't been explained to me in vivid detail before I was ten.

What they don't tell you is that goodness is also not without consequences.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I wallow like a pig in slop. Oink oink! I used to be obsessed with Buffy/Angel, now I've moved on to a more difficult and unattainable obsession. Oh yeah, I'm doomed.

 

[Guest]

If I can (big if at times) I judge whether they're good or bad for me. I hate the bad kind, lots of pain involved. I think I'm past them though (the baddies). Good obsessions always enhance my life.

Perdita

 

[impressive]

I'm so glad I'm not alone in my wallowing. (Now, if I could only get the object of my obsession to wallow WITH me ....)

 

[Guest]

I think dealing with obsession has stages to it.

First: I try putting it out of my mind. It sucks to be controlled by want.

Second: If it's deeply rooted and forbidden somehow, I write about it to explore thoughts I have and get surprised by the feelings they evoke when I make them real in type.

Third: Sometimes writing makes them stronger and other times it kills the obsession altogether. If it makes them stronger, I'm finished. I know I must try something to experience even the smallest facet of my want.

Finally: If I experience it and it's as fulfilling as I imagined, I find myself wallowing. I think sometimes our subconscious just knows what we need, though our minds rail against it for whatever reason.

~lucky

p.s. I voted 'write' because it is the most theraputic thing for me when an idea or memory of the good stuff roots itself in me and won't be denied.

hrm...
i think you drive 1800 miles to surprise someone...
you act more than wallow or write
and

i am so not complaining!

 

[Guest]

I voted "wallow", but I don't see what I do as wallowing as much as indulging.

I think I have quite an obsessive personallity, but only in a few aspects of my life. One in particular. You know who you are.

Lou

 

[lucky-E-leven]

hrm...
i think you drive 1800 miles to surprise someone...
you act more than wallow or write
and

i am so not complaining!

I think you're speaking of the compulsive side of me now.

Cripes! I might have OCD and am only just now realizing it! You know, blondie, I was just fine until you came along...

Not really, but I wasn't obsessed or compulsed until you. And, I am so not complaining.

~lucky

 

[oggbashan]

I try to write about other people's obsessions.

Like many authors on Lit, it is unwise to assume that because I have written about it then I would like to indulge in that particular practice, or that I even enjoy the fantasy of it.

If I saw a giant squid, I'd think that it would be too tough to eat, rather than think of having sex with it. As for giant triple-titted women - I'd run a mile (OK, at least 100 yards).

Og

 

[shereads]

Does anyone know where I can get some endorphins? I'm almost out.

 

[impressive]

Does anyone know where I can get some endorphins? I'm almost out.

A tubular piece of plastic and a couple AAs usually does the trick -- at least temporarily.

 

[Belegon]

I'm so glad I'm not alone in my wallowing. (Now, if I could only get the object of my obsession to wallow WITH me ....)

This is so similar to some of my recent thoughts it is just scary...

 

[oggbashan]

Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud...

I enjoy The Hippopotamus Song.

Great for a wallow.

Og

 

[Guest]

Re: Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud...

I enjoy The Hippopotamus Song.

Great for a wallow.

Og

Stop making me laugh.

(I used to love that song when I was a little girl, and sang it constantly, annoying my parents no end. )

Lou

 

[oggbashan]

The words...

The Hippopotamus Song
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as he peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star
Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair hippopotami maid
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade
Chorus:
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
From her seat on that hilltop above
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
Came tiptoeing down to her love
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang when they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet

Now more hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene
That ensued by the Shalimar side
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting sposh
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain

Chorus

(Extra verse
The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know
Is now married and father of ten,
He murmurs, "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow,
And he longs to be single again!
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile,
Which Naser is flooding next spring,
With hippopotamas in silken pyjamas
No more will he teach them to sing...

Chorus

Flanders & Swann

 

[impressive]

This is so similar to some of my recent thoughts it is just scary...

 

[impressive]

I think you're speaking of the compulsive side of me now.

I have one of those, too. In fact, I believe I'm obsessing over my compulsions.