Ellylldan
Well-Known Member
A couple of days ago I had a meltdown because of one of my obsessions... It is a passive obsession: I collect nails and screws found on the street. I have one collection at home and another, smaller one, in the door pocket of my husband's car, on my side. I realise it's not a good place but when I found all these screws someone lost on the road, I knew they had to stay in that car pocket, it was their place. Being my husband a musician, very often there are random people in his car and sometimes they leave some trash in the car pocket, like paper wrappers and stuff. Last week someone put a candy wrapper and a bottle cap right on my screws and I got very angry when I found it, but calmed down pretty fast anyway.. Two days ago I found again some paper and a plastic cap in there, plus it was raining so some water got in to the car pocket and the paper became all soft and mixed up with my screws. And I just lost it... I felt hurt and angry at people that don't have any respect being on someone's car.. I never allow myself leave trash after myself not just in someone's home or car, anywhere! Even when I smoke and don't find a garbage bin around, I will put a cigarette's butt in my bag, instead of throwing it on the ground... But people seem just not to care and it drives me crazy! My husband told me that I was wrong in the first place leaving such important for me things in a place where can be other people. I know, he's right, but for me it was also very important that those screws were right there, it was their place, and I always felt good just knowing they're there, it was some constant thing making me feeling secure.. I don't know how to explain it, maybe it doesn't make any sense... At last I just took all my screws home so I don't have to deal with this problem anymore, but it makes me so sad, knowing they're not there anymore... I know it's a totally irrational thing, but what can you do..
I'm sorry for the rant, just wanted to say that yes, my obsessions do affect me. This was an extreme case anyway, usually i can control my special interests and not bother people with them, but there are periods when they take all my attention and there is no room for anything else.
I'm sorry for the rant, just wanted to say that yes, my obsessions do affect me. This was an extreme case anyway, usually i can control my special interests and not bother people with them, but there are periods when they take all my attention and there is no room for anything else.