ranting about quiet obsession
I tagged this as poetry, because that's the closest thing I could think of to what is effectively a mix between venting and philosophy.
not all obsession is loud, not all of it is extroverted. I'm pretty introverted, but I get incredibly obsessive as well, it just doesn't appear as overtly. For me, when I obsess over someone, I simply spend all of my time thinking of them. at work, after the job is done and my brain switches from "work brain" to Me, they're immediately there. It isn't particularly active or forced, it's a passive undercurrent in my mind. But don't be fooled, I might not be a big wave crashing into the sands of your being, but like an ocean undercurrent, if you swim too far out, I'll sweep you into the depths before you realize what's occurred.
I miss having someone to obsess over. Now, after work, as it stands, my brain just sort of shuts off, but when I have someone I can obsess over, even when I'm not talking to them (being an introvert means I can't always talk to even those I love) I think about them, stalk their pages, look at their messages, it brings me comfort, but more than that, it activates my brain and makes me feel human