I need to have an obsession. A fixation. A favorite color or food du jour.
"phenomenal" was my most recent obsession; my preferred adjective. The taste, color, sound, and smell of anything: all phenomenal. I wore phenomenal like a watch, constantly consulting the time. When my 24 hours were up, I moved on to "amazing."
Though words compose a more ephemeral genre of my fixations, I proudly display the rest like iridescent scales. They create an integral, yet decorative aspect to my personality. A Corinthian column of composite passions.
My initial forage into the vast world of caffeine began innocently enough-- until the occasional milky, chocolate-drizzled creations bred a fervent need for double espressos and a twoandthreecupaday habit that left me crushing my gas pedal and exploring colorful new territory in my use of expletives. A passion I could never leave behind, even the smell of coffee seems to brighten my smile and dilate my pupils. It is the exclamation point to an ordinary day, the cool side of the pillow. It is my favorite song.
I could not call myself a caffeine addict with any accuracy; my body's ambivalence to its non-presence proves that I do not need to carry on in this characteristic zeal of mine--but why stop? Who would I be without my quirky compulsion to fixate on the minutia of everyday life?
I'll consider it over another cup of coffee.
