A few years ago I started this blog and named it ‘Euphoric Obsessions’, it was meant to be based on things that make me euphoric and things I’m obsessed with. I don’t think I’ve ever really written about these things, instead I just like to bitch about humans (particularly men) and rant about whatever latest thing has irked me greatly. So let’s get a bit of insight into what makes me tick, what makes my eye twitch ever so slightly with crystallised happiness as I fight with myself to keep a lid on my latest obsession.
Turning plug switches off.
I can thank my BFF for this one, she obsessively has to turn off any switches that aren’t in use. I spend too much time with her and have caught this disease from her. I cannot walk past a switch which is on with nothing plugged in and just leave it, I’ve tried, REALLY tried, but I’ll always double back and turn it off. Some of the guys at work have cottoned on to this and like to turn switches back on after I’ve turned them off to wind me up. Assholes.
Harley Quinn.
I can’t stand the Batman series so this is an unexpected one. For August bank holiday 2014 my buds and I took part in a pub crawl dressed as Marvel/DC characters. I opted for Harley Quinn as she’s a blonde villain, I’m blonde and like to think I’d be a villain in a movie (cause I’m such a bad ass). I’m a real perfectionist so spent hours looking at costumes, make up styles etc and ended up being a bit obsessed with her. Okay she might be a psychopath but who isn’t at least a little bit?! It’s only because she’s desperately in love, no woman can feign innocence for going a little crazy in love.
Closing all apps when locking my phone.
If I don’t close all apps on my phone/iPad when I’m about to lock it then it’ll explode. Not a risk that I’m remotely willing to take.
Feeling my hair on my back.
No, I don’t have a hairy back. What I mean is I have desperately wanted long hair for years. Now I seem to have it it brings me insane pleasure when I have a low backed top on and can feel my hair brush against it with every move I make. I can’t really explain it, but it’s pure pride and satisfaction.
Gappy fringe.
I’ve had a fringe since I was 13, it’s remained the same for 10 years now. Same length, side, style, everything. However when it starts to grow out a little bit it gets all gappy when it’s styled and makes me deeply unhappy. As a result I often end up cutting my own fringe which inevitably ends up wonky.
Cars.
Like most fathers, Daddy wanted to have a baby boy. Instead he was blessed with 2 beautiful baby girls. I was the closest to a boy that he got, I’ve always dressed like a girl but been bit of a tomboy at heart. At the ripe age of 11 he got me into the Fast & Furious series, sparking my interest in cars. Since then I’ve been fascinated by cars, how they move, look, the noises they make, the wheels they have, the lights they have, how customisable they are, and of course their speed. I’ve been driving for 4 years and had 5 cars in that time, there’s been nothing wrong with any of them but I get bored easily. At the moment I have a Mini Cooper S and it’s an absolute demon.
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Keeping my heels on.
Like many females I can spend hours getting ready for a night out. Towards the end of the night though I’ve stopped caring how I look. My feet hurt, my hairs irritating, make ups a little smudged – I’ve officially run out of fucks to give. Girls around me have given up and taken their shoes off, opting to dance on dirty floor with their bare feet. I feel the same, I do get it – but absolutely nothing on earth would have me taking my shoes off. I’ve had my feet literally bleeding before but they’ve remained firmly on. The indignity of it.
Boys making the first move.
Maybe it’s cause I like to think I’m a bit more old school or maybe it’s because I’m a gigantic coward. I always think it’s a guys responsibility to make the first move, whether it’s asking for my number, texting me first or asking me out. Chances are I desperately want to do these things but I’m too stubborn to admit it and do it.
All things Harry Potter.
I’ve been watching the films & reading the books since I was a little’un and it taught me a lot about life, friendship and a lot of core values. It gets mentioned in passing a lot and it sparks off this insane frenzy in me, I regularly have to tone down the crazy in order to appear to be a normal humanoid.
Tattoos.
Whether they are on me or someone else, I don’t care. The body is a canvas, let’s decorate it.
I guess it’s a pretty jumbled list of things that I’m obsessed with. So tell me, what little random things are you obsessed with?!
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