[Post_Punk_Proclivity]

I hate to say this, but yes. There are a few people I knew from grade school who I end up thinking about nearly everyday; I don't really know why. I'll often find myself thinking about what would happen if I ran into them randomly. What they would think of me.

And there is also the occasional person who I'll become fascinated by. Usually it's someone who is unique in some way. But whenever I become obsessed with a person, I try as hard as I can to fight it. Otherwise, I feel like a stalker.

More importantly, for me personally, having these same thoughts become depressing after a while, because in a sense whenever I become fascinated by unique/talented people, the thoughts of comparison creep on morbidly. Comparing yourself to somebody who seems so much higher than you is enough to make you feel like crap at any time of the day.

 

[Post_Punk_Proclivity]

I used to get obsessed with girls that looked interesting or seemed cool or like me in some way. In my experience, who they are in my imagination is always much better than who they are in reality. Appearances can be deceiving. The people who actually live up to those hopes and receive you warmly are often the people you'd least expect.

There is plenty wisdom in these words.

 

[Post_Punk_Proclivity]

My obsessions/ infatuations will generally go in cycles and tend to use up a lot of my thinking energy. There've been times where I've been attracted to girls who hated my guts, but it didn't seem to make any difference although I knew I was fooling myself all along..

It seems the way I've adapted my thinking to these types of experiences has moulded me into somebody who is a sucker for the elatedness that exudes from fantasy.

I'm guessing I put everybody in general on the pedestal, regardless of who they are. I look up to everybody.