obsessive spouts - by kel - the (un)comfy corner

I tend to get obsessed easily. Discovering a new game in one second and playing it all day the next, diving down a Wikipedia rabbithole, or even planning out my entire future with someone who I just met (call me delusional or whatever). Spontaneous bursts of motivation; they come in waves that ebb and flow. Though most are short-lived, some outlast others and become enduring. Obsessive spouts is what I call them. I might try to put a lid on them but they leak, they overflow into my days and nights. When I was obsessed with getting my first blogpost out, I holed myself in cafes to write all day, and edited thumbnails in class. Sleepless nights derived from video editing marathons. Somehow, a portfolio re-design is done overnight when other days it’s difficult for me to even update text. These spouts help me notice. They help me learn about myself. Obsession helps me curate my taste. Lately, I've been contemplating how I curate my taste. I’d say it often starts by chasing your curiositie

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