I need your advice. Is there an easy way to tell if an interest has crossed the line to obsession?
Let’s say that… oh… a woman likes bicycles. Maybe she goes on vacation and takes a picture of one.
And then maybe while on vacation she buys a t-shirt with a bicycle on it, comes home, wears it all the time and then thinks about framing the fabric when the shirt becomes unwearable.
Maybe she finds herself staring at her daughter’s new bike in the garage, filled with gladness at the sight of it.
Maybe she sees an old lady riding down the bike path one day and the old lady is fluffy and plump and her bike is adorable and so is the pink helmet that is crushing her permed hair. Maybe she has to stop herself from hopping out of the car and running to the old lady and hugging her bike-riding cuteness all to death.
If there was such a theoretical woman, could it be possible that she has developed some sort of obsession?
And if she exists, should she seek help or just keep taking pictures of bikes?
Because she’s pretty sure she’s just going to keep going–she may be batty, but
she’s I’m relatively harmless.
Right? I’m probably not due directly for the loony bin or anything. This new excitement is related to the new bike path some governmental office is running through our county. They’ve connected it to our little town and now the kids and I can ride in safety right through some woodlands and meadows and all other sorts of nature. We don’t even have to worry about getting hit by a monster truck!
When I was growing up my parents lived on a busy road in the country, which meant we had a high chance of getting hit by a semi and then thrown into the nearest drainage ditch while biking.
I didn’t find this option appealing.
And then one day I was riding my bike on my parents’ farm, ducked to go under a low tree branch, and smashed right into the back of the camper. The damage to my bike and my ego was fairly permanent. It’s taken me two decades to get over the trauma, but it seems I’ve overcompensated.
Now I’m eyeing a new bike at the little shop in town. It’s a retro style and the most delicious shade of tangerine. I would look super spiffy riding down the trail next to my daughter on her turquoise retro bike, and I think I’d be glad that I gave biking another chance. We could pedal off into the retro-colored sunset, enjoying one another’s company.
What about you? Do you need to revive any old interests? Do you have any new obsessions taking you by surprise?