Obsessions

I'm the kind of person who either isn't interested in something, or is completely obsessed with it. I could be obsessed with absolutely anything; movies, songs, video games, activities etc and for no good reason too. One of my earliest obsessions, though, would probably be the ending scene of The da Vinci Code.

I remember walking into my Dad watching that movie when I was 5 years old. I watched silently as Robert Langdon, portrayed by Tom Hanks, jogged along the Rose Line as he began to decipher the true meaning behind Jacques Sauniere's poem. 

She rests at last beneath the starry skies, said the voice of Tom Hanks as his character kneeled above the Pyramide Inversee. 

'Daddy, what's that?' I asked, as the camera zoomed into the hidden chamber beneath the miniature stone pyramid. He briefly explained to me that it was the sarcophagus of Mary Magdalene. Ever since that moment, I became obsessed with that particular scene. It wasn't until 11 years later that I became obsessed with Dan Brown's works.

Some may think that it's completely normal to have some kind of obsession as long as you're not overly devoted into whatever you're obsessed with. That wasn't the problem for me. When I was so into something, I just couldn't keep it to myself. A prime example would be when I was obsessed with learning about countries.

How bad could it be, you may ask. Well, I happened to have memorized the capital cities of over 90 countries and nearly 30 national anthems. Even worse, I lectured my best friends on what I knew about, well, countries. Dear Lord, I feel like laughing at myself, reminiscing my younger days. Unfortunately, I've forgotten everything that I learned (not like I'd ever utilize the knowledge anyways. Geography isn't my passion).

I guess some of my obsessions can be productive. One of them would be baking. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the only hobby from which I managed to earn some extra cash. It's a fun money-maker, what more could I ask for?

My most recent obsession, however, would probably be knife sharpening (which I blame Alex French Guy Cooking for). I don't even know why I'm obsessed with it. Perhaps it's the earsplitting sound of metal rubbing against the whetstone. Perhaps it's the pure satisfaction of having achieved something through continuous effort. Or perhaps it's because slicing through paper with a razor-sharp blade is just so fun.

Dear me, I think I've yapped on quite enough. Wouldn't wanna write something that's so long it's boring. I shall take my leave here. Ciao!