October 27, 2008

We all have an obsession.

Twitter is fun. I’ve written about it before. But, if you’re not very techy, you might not know that Twitter only allows 140 characters (letters, numbers, & symbols) when you post to it.

My obsession is this: I try very hard to fill all 140 characters. I consider it a victory when I get it within 3 of the limit. When I say that I try “very hard,” I mean that I revise my posts several times before I submit them, just to make sure they fit perfectly.

Erica, my wife, has an obsession, too. She counts thing. All kinds of things. I’m not 100% sure how it works, but I don’t think she ever counts higher than 5 or 6. She’s able to count higher than that, of course, but she chooses not to. It’s weird.

My mother-in-law has an obsession. It’s cooking insanely good food. I mean crazy-good. I mean slap-your-grandma-good.

My father-in-law has an obsession. He piddles. No, not pee. He is always working on little projects. The only time he sits still is when the family is all together hanging out or he’s sleeping. Now that’s a man with priorities.

My brother-in-law has an obsession. Speaking to crowds about Jesus (a.k.a. preaching). He’s truly obsessed. I think he refers to it as a “calling” or something, but I know an obsession when I see one. (J/K. It’s definitely a calling.)

We all have obsessions. Some of our obsessions are silly (like Twitter). Some of them are honorable (like preaching). Some of them are occupiers (like piddling and counting). What’s your obsession?