After fighting my true self for far too many years, I admit I'm a bit compulsive these days with allowing myself to, well… indulge. Don't really see it as obsessive-compulsive behavior, though. It's just me finally living as much of my life as I wish I had been born. You wouldn't say a woman who always fixes herself up each morning is obsessive, would you? But, of course, for those of you who allow all this to interrupt your life as you wish it to be, well that's another thing entirely.
