Whenever I write, I have to have things just so, I can't just sit down and write. I have to certain notebooks and pens by my side. Things have to be perfect before I can even sit down in front of my computer and open up my Word file. On top of even that, I have to have the need to write. It's like that for more than just my WIPs.
Like this blog, for instance. I didn't have the urge to write a new post last month, so I didn't. I didn't have anything to talk about, nothing that wouldn't make me seem like a total creep. (Which I am, but still.)
It's weird how some obsessions can freak us out but how comforting they are. With Asperger's, they hold onto those obsessions to comfort themselves. Just a couple weeks ago, my brother was banned from his laptop and xbox. Those things were his comforts and now that we're getting further into his sentence, he's starting to get on edge, acting up a bit, and just generally getting on people's nerves. Any conversation I have with him revolves around how "sad" he is that he can't get on and play video games any time he wants.
Obsessions are so strange and we often jump from one to another. For me, it was Harry Potter, then a prom dress, and now the Walking Dead. After the season ends in a couple weeks, I probably won't spend my time stalking the show and it's actors on the internet.
You can't just stop an obsession. If you could, then you must be the master at everything. I know that just go with my urges to obsess over everything that breaths (or, you know, not (ie. zombies?)) or else I'd probably just explode.
I guess this post is a bit of an awkward explanation as to why I'm so spacey with posting on the blog. It's a lame blog, and will probably remain so. But that's alright, I think.
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