Obsession And The Can

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As my always-rational wife puts it, "Come on. You're as obsessed as anyone else. Why else would you spend all your spare time on an internet forum about a thing, conversing with equally-obsessed people you have never met to discuss that thing? It's as though it's your homework to answer every post." **

I might have taken issue, but I decided to look up the word in the context of its ordinary usage (as opposed to a DSM IV diagnosis that a shrink might make):

"obsession |əbˈseSHən|
noun
the state of being obsessed with someone or something: she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession.
• an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind: he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist.
DERIVATIVES
obsessional |-SHənl|adjective,
obsessionally |-SHənl-ē|adverb
ORIGIN early 16th cent. (in the sense ‘siege’): from Latin obsessio(n-), from the verb obsidere (see obsess) ."

OK, so I'm obsessed. Still, I tried to deny it. But I can no longer hide from the truth. The evidence is everywhere.

I was straightening up the bathroom, when I saw the last straw of evidence: guitar magazines. Yes, the bathroom magazine basket was stuffed with old and new guitar magazines. And I have read and re-read them dozens of times.

"Now there," you might say, "It's not like the bathroom is an exciting place to be, of course one reads magazines there."

Yes. But what kind? ;)

Edit: **note my wife was kidding around with me when she said that...we were laughing about it.
 
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For the times I forget to pay Comcast. You probably don't want to borrow this book.:girl:
 
There are worse sickness to have than the affliction we share. Keep that in mind, and share it with your wife from time to time. That could have been "Playboy Centerfolds by Decade" "on the book shelf".
 
My girl friend questioned me the one day about the sounds I was making while looking at Prs's. She actually thought I was looking at porn however not the case. Merely looking at guitar porn, big difference lol.

There are alot worse things to spend your money on, drugs, ozone killing cars etc.

Guitars bring happiness to the soul :)
 
"Now there," you might say, "It's not like the bathroom is an exciting place to be, of course one reads magazines there."

Yes. But what kind? ;)

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Let's see... two guitar magazines, one issue of Road & Track, one of Discover, and a National Geographic that's still in its plastic.

My wife has been confident for years that the folder on my PC named "porn" is in fact full of guitar pictures! :D
 
There are worse sickness to have than the affliction we share. Keep that in mind, and share it with your wife from time to time. That could have been "Playboy Centerfolds by Decade" "on the book shelf".

Oh, she was more or less laughing when she said that. All in the best of fun. And she's right!!

I am indeed obsessed with PRS gear. And I love hanging out here. I just figured this would be a fun post.
 
Foot deep pile of guitar mags dating back 12 months by the side of the bed? Check!

Mags dating back over a decade stuffed in every available space I can find? Check!

Guitars in at least three rooms? Check!

Plectrum in the pocket at all times? Check!

Hundreds of pics of the guitars, amps, pedals on the PC? Check!

Too much time spent on forums talking guitar? Check!

Edit: And yes... Reading on the bog? Check! :laugh:
 
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I'm always a little disturbed to see reading material next to the toilet. You people need more fiber in your diets!

Sounds like a guy without a wife and children...

I would need to be out of work for a year to catch up on my magazines. I finished three this week. About as effective as tossing a deck chair off the Queen Mary.

And yes, that's with taking full advantage of my time in the library...
 
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