OBSESSION

OBSESSION

Obsession .v. Addiction

The line between obsession and addiction is a bit fuzzy at times and
this isn't always because of the effects of the addiction. You may
think they are completely different. But hang-on. When you think
addiction you probably think of a green-headed, acne infested, metal
studded moron injection shit into their blood stream. Back to rehab for
you buster. Addiction takes over you life but&;#8230;

NEWS FLASH!! So does Obsession.

It steals your money, it fills your brain and it covers your walls.
Well mine do anyway. I'm obsessed with two things: the Lion King and
Michael. *STOP SCREAMING.* So obsessed in fact that I have memorized
the entire Lion King script and often recite large chunks of it at
random in strange schizo' style: "Are you talking to me? ARE YOU
TALKING TO ME?!? THEY CALL ME - MR PIG! ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
~ Pumbaa.

So what about addiction? Well you know I said I was obsessed with
Michael Jackson; I'm addicted too. Okay, so I go on holiday.
Cycle-camping round France with no walkman. One whole week with NO
Michael other than a cuddly toy bear called Michael. Ahem. It was on
this holiday that I discovered my addiction. Ever night I dreamt. Vivid
and colourful dreams: Musical instruments, recording studios, fantasies
of meeting Michael. Concerts. Bright lights. "WALK AWAY! WALK AWAY FROM
THE LIGHT!" Oh shut up conscious. The moment I got home I ran straight
to my blessed CD collection and spent several days, headphones on,
thawing my FROZEN turkey.

My point&;#8230; you think: 'Pfff. I'm not addicted to anything
except cigarettes, coffee, sex, chocolate, gambling&;#8230; etc.'
True story I heard of an Oriental man who was obsessed with high hells
and had RSI (Repetitive Strain Injury) on his wrist from his addiction
to masturbating. The truth is you can be obsessed with anything. Be it
movies and music or stamp collection and train spotting (God help you.)
You can also be addicted to anything too. Eat enough carrots and sure
you'll turn orange and die, but you'll get addicted to them along the
way. So next time you see Mr and Mrs Green-headed Junkie (although they
aren't married and yes that child is illegitimate) don't think: "Sad
acts, wasting our tax money." But stop&;#8230; (Whoa their
horsey&;#8230;) because at least they are aren't obsessed with a
bunch or cartoon lions and addicted to (damn it) Michael Jackson. They
probably don't have 3 copies of 'Thriller' either.