This week’s topic is ‘An obsession that made you a better person’.
If you ask me, all my obsessions only make me a worse person. Can obsessions ever be good? I mean, isn’t too much of anything bad?
But alright, let’s not get literal. Some obsessions may actually help you, like an obsession for perfection. But what do I obsess about? Oh, where do I even start? I can safely say I have borderline OCD. I freak out if I don’t wash my hands before I eat, or after that; I could have seizures if someone told me that there’s no water in the house (I must have been some aquatic animal who died gasping for water in my last life); I HATE, HATE lizards so I must compulsively get rid of them from the house when I spot one lurking somewhere; I like to do everything by myself and if I…
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