Achieving clarity in this life while also encountering meaning is perhaps my greatest obsession.
The dichotomy of trying to live by bounds yet being allowed to muse incorporeally is an ideal that is inherently at odds with itself.
My process is by no means sliding into the realm of OCD, but I ponder such thoughts regarding my dual nature, as that of others I chance upon, to a degree where it seeps into my idle thinking on a consisent basis.
I firmly believe that we all develop OCD in some form or another, with a few cases escalating to the point where it can drasticallly alter the control one has over their life processes daily. But for the general majority of the populus, they are able to fixate on their specific tendencies without much repercussions to the status of comfort. In fact, I am quite amused to detect the subtle, and sometimes not-so-subtle, idiosyncrasies we all have atrributed to our innate characteristic traits of how we have evolved as a person. Obsession as I see it is just our learned preferences, based on past experience & familiarity, triggering a response to seek out and/or avoid what we have ultimately become enraptured with: our fancies & phobias.
But in simpler terms, perhaps in the modeled of form of "acquired stuff", I have a tendency to want to find something spectacular, find more of the same but with acceptable distinctions, collect and collect more of it, then ultimately search for a way to complete the collection to my overall satisfaction, in order for my mental state to utter, "Hell yeah, I accomplished this feat of gained ____!" Conversely, the above example is in reality an obstacle I wish to overcome in unfeigned & accomplished time in order to attain my true goal of unfettering myself from material and inconsequential possesions that divert my overall attention to embracing the blissful serenity of clear eyes & a full heart.
it's as pure and simple as that.
I am the paragon known as the philosophizing
Procrastinator-Perfectionist.
Interests include the 'Pataphysique, the Pretense of the Present,
and the Peculiars locked within each Prodigious Person.
I have a Problem.
Pansophy.