After much soul searching and years of denial, I must admit it. I am obsessive. And truth be told I am happier when I have something to obsess on. And I feel lonely when I am not obsessed with anything. Or anyone. Fortunately for me, these days my obsession is not with anyone. This can change of course as the strangest things tend to attract me. Women who remind me of her. Or her. Or her. Or women who remind me of what me is like. But that is all in my past. Right? These days, my two main obsessions are: Hoodies: I have an entire closet row of hoodies. My requirement is they need to be slightly oversized, not decorated in any way, and have zipper. Colors come and go but I tend to prefer blue. Headphones: I have headphones to exercise with, headphones to walk with, headphones for the subway, still different headphones the walk between my car and my office, the same set for the walk between my car and my apartment, and finally the headphones for the plane. Oh, yeah, also the headphones for listening to music while I work. And I've been thinking I am a few pairs of headphones short. No, one should not confuse obsession with compulsion. I am propelled to work, but not obsessive with it. Or am I? There are many things I am not obsessed with, such as learning Chinese, or anything language for that matter.