Fixation

I'll admit, I'm terribly fickle. I find myself immersed in one thing, totally and completely, for a good stretch of time. Then, one day, out of the blue, something else will catch my eye and the previous (for lack of a better word) obsession, is dropped in favor of the new one. I'll still like it, yes, and will still enjoy it, but it doesn't consume me like it once had.

I realize that this (as do may of my other posts) makes me sounds somewhat crazy. I'd be the first to agree with you. But I'd also disagree. Finding interest in things is normal behavior. An almost fanatic interest in things builds bonds, fosters thought, and in what is perhaps the most sane example, builds careers. How else would someone find the will to get up in the morning unless he or she is consumed by the sheer want of the object?

Happiness can only motivate so much.