Obsessive love is only ever fun if the other person is equally as obsessed. In my estimation this occurs about one in every thousand times. By this equation obsessive love is no fun 99.9% of the time. Not great odds.
For some reason we all do it at least once in our lives, come across one person who fills every waking thought, turns every dream into a sex romp. We know they don't feel the same way, know that it can never work, one can't cool it off the other just isn't into it, yet we don't let the facts curb the obsession.
We know that no one is perfect, sometimes one person appears perfect to our eyes. Our eyes deceive us, but why? Later when we are over it and can look back honestly we can see that person's imperfections, wonder why we didn't see them before. There must be something else going on. My theory is that we are avoiding some other truth about our own lives, fixating on someone else, believing that person has all the qualities to make us happy gives us permission to dodge the real problem.
I've done it, been head over heels with a woman who was never going to salute. She was a lying, self indulgent, drug abusing person with a ludicrous sense of entitlement. For eighteen months I knew all this but couldn't help making excuses for her, trying to find a common ground to make it work. I was avoiding my own lack of commitment to my work, to creating new stuff. I wrote songs for and about her, so I was actually creating stuff, but she became a habit.
Obsession is harder to give up than smoking, other detrimental habits, but it can be done. The secret is to work out what you are avoiding, what that person is replacing. Who knows, without the obsession that person may turn out to be close enough to perfect, and you may not scare them off.
Parkstreet.
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