An obsession that you DON'T want to be obsessed with?

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I had an obsession with free energy motors a while, but I managed to get out of it when I had to sink money in it to avoid stagnating. Money I didn't have.

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When it comes to thinking outside the box, thats not really me. Or..I dont really know what "thinking outside the box" means, cause if there is a box, like with Schrödinger's cat, then all the thinking is happening outside the box. Oh well, in any case I dont feel its my ability to "think outside the box" is what causes me to have epifanies now and then, its more my intense research that will in turn keep many, many somewhat related topics floating in the back of my head until some of them just snags together and I see a connection between them. Maybe thinking outside the box means that we are able to imagine things in a 3D environment because of our often heightened spatial IQ , and that we are able to turn and twist objects around until they fit like a well oiled machinery. Hmm, I will stop now.

The "O" stuff in "OCD"

I guess it has its positives though.

Seems like I'll be the first honest guy in the thread: PORN!

Or rather, the availabilty of porn on the internet.

I am desensitized and corrupted by the availability of porn on the internet, that sticking on simply socializing or researching news and current events or shopping and then logging off is practically impossible. Twitter & Facebook have appliciations and groups that promote porn, and the advertisements that generate most income for most common website developers are porn related and thus you see them on news, shopping, socializing sites under different media techniques.

The internet is so flooded with porn that if you asked every internet user if they had ever viewed any, I would be surprised if any user did not.

Just one click to Yahoo for news topics and the first 'story' is about an assistants skimpy dress in Mexico, with the accompying image showing the assistant and the dress - which is designed to highlight her cleavage - hardly the most important news story of the day, surely?

I know there's a part of me that would happily just stick with the naive younger me - where the tease was the prize. But the internet these days is far, far too easy for young males to be corrupted - and I say corrupted because your view becomes so distorted it's difficult to go back to where you started from, the thrill is permamently lost. I'd like to think that a burlesque show would ignite my imagination more than some sleazy strip club, but the internet is just too powerful in corrupting young minds that there's a worried part of me that doubts it.

There. It's out, and I haven't logged onto Twitter or Facebook yet; there's hope!

You make a good point on porn. With the real-life rejection factor and the easy acccessability - you don't even really have to look that hard for it, it's so in-your-face - it triggers a circle of depression. guilt and the urge to make them go away

Watching the videos and going to strip clubs never appealed to me, when I played for a certain band I went out a few times against my feelings. The times I've thought about prostitutes some kind of obstacle always came up, I take that as a blessing in disguise.

The stuff I do find that I keep in my stash, the best way I can explain it is I look for settings where it could be part of a regular relationship, most of what's out there is too staged for me. Really though, when are you ever going to be watching TV and your gf gets up off the couch and comes back in 2 minutes wearing lingerie?

I'm very interested in dictators, and the history of communist dictators and North Korea, which apparently means to some peole that I glorify gross human rights violations.

I've had some obsessions that I didn't want to have. Some of them included certain cartoons and characters. Others included distractions that took time away from everything else in my life (e.g. video games).

Yes. I just indulge the obsession until it's satisfied. Depending on the nature of the obsession, I might end up liking it, too. Some obsessions aren't enjoyable, and can never be, though. Some obsessions are only bad because I can't indulge in them properly and it makes me feel incredibly frustrated.

I don't generally want to avoid obsessions that are enjoyable. They interfere heavily with my life, but I'd rather indulge my obsessions than have a normal life, anyway. But they can be a hassle sometimes, and I wish I could turn the obsession off for a few hours temporarily.

I don't think I have any obsessions that I am not happy about right now, but I do remember having some weird ones when I was a kid/teen. I was raised in a very fundamental religion (pentecost), and I went to this summer camp every year.

Well, you know how a lot of you guys were obsessed with sci-fi books and what-not? Well, my imaginary obsessions (well one of the main ones) was my obsession of speaking with god. I was convinced that I could speak to god the best at these camps because it was nothing but church from sun up to sun down every day...so my obsession could reach its absolute peak during this time.

Yes, it was weird.

One word: PERFECTIONISM!! !

That's exactly what I was going to say lol

Once my Dad mentioned something about a plane crash near his hometown and I spent the next three days researching horrible plane crashes. It felt weird but they were/are fascinating to me. And Wikipedia doesn't help because you can literally find lists of disasters sorted by death tolls! I would end all plane crashes if I could, its not like I ever want them to happen. But the documentary evidence on those that have happened was so interesting. I listened to every cockpit recording I could find. I think because so many people are fake in life I was drawn to the lack of pretense and rawness of these recordings. I know, I know...its weird.

The obsessions I remember...hm...

From first grade to second grade (I don't remember my Kindergarten obsessions...I think it had something to do with carpets or dolls...hm), I had an obsession with boys. I still occasionally get an obsession with boys or a particular person. During this time, however, I didn't want to kiss them or hold their hand (although I did kiss one of them on the cheek) or even date them, I wanted to give them things and stalk them. I often acted and used strange emotional theatrics around them....now that I look back on it, it was kind of embarrassing, my behavior. Another obsession I had at this time was naked females. I don't know why. I would role-play with a friend sometimes and I often found the topic coming up, being drawn, and being thought about in my mind. I'd often strip my Barbie dolls and other other dolls and examine them each, tossing my Ken dolls to the side. I felt the plastic and wondered why their 'privates' weren't really there.
Then it moved on to moving liquid--like water mills and the tornado model using two water bottles filled with water taped together...I would mess with the soap and mix them together, wasting toiletries and making up my own soap and perfume names...I was convinced I was actually creating something legitimate. I would use any container to fill liquids with water and soap and put them together to try and create contraptions to make the liquid cycle...it was so frustrating when I couldn't. Then, I would try to build little tables out of broken parts of my bookshelf and things in the bathroom I didn't use. I kept messing with a little space I made in my closet for reading, fantasizing about drinking tea at the river. There was a book I always loved to hold...called Emily's Quest, but I never read it. I'd just sit there flipping through the book and smelling it and imagining what it would be like to be by that rocky river on the book cover, to be a classy lady.

If I were to name an unwanted obsession, it would be sex, gender, sexuality...those kinds of things. When I was in sixth grade, I started developing an affinity for cross-dressing characters and that obsession increased as I began questioning whether I wanted to cross-dress or not and if I was feminine or not. I really didn't want to be just a girl, I wanted to be a trans-boi or cross-dress or something... I identify as female-bodied with occasional gender fluctuations now. I was so obsessed that I managed to torture and halfway fool myself into that mold, knowing that it wasn't true, that shouldn't even be wanting something like that to be true. I would spend nights constantly researching transgenderism, sexual reassignment surgeries and I would tune into documentaries and video blogs on the subject. I'm bisexual with a stronger attraction to girls and I honestly questioned whether it would be easier being a boy instead for this (although I know it most-likely wouldn't)... Along with all the other crap that year, it triggered a lot of shut-downs and anxiety and emotional breakdowns.

That . . . and nuclear war . . .

I'm surprised at the amount of people who have had / got this obsession. I was talking to someone on Monday and they said they had the same problem.

Films. As much as I love them, it is getting expensive now.

I wish I didn't bite my fingernails so much when I get nervous, and I also wish I didn't have to check the walls and ceilings for spiders every night when I go to bed, if either of those count.

I've had something like that happen to me recently. I have a phobia of plastinated bodies, and ever since I heard that an exhibition of them is coming to my city I've been trying to desensitise myself to images of it (I know that I don't have to go to the exhibition itself, but there are also posters and adverts for it around the city). While doing so, my phobia seems to have developed into a strange phobia/obsession hybrid. I still feel very unnerved and a little bit sick whenever I look at the images, but at the same time I find myself looking out for them, and I can't stop talking and reading about it. Having an obsession like this is really not fun and almost feels more like an addiction, so I wish it would just go already! (At the same time, I know I can't completely stop looking at the posters or else I'll never become desensitised...)