obsessive amy the obsession with the performer was a response to certain energies. certain struggles, which i only care to vaguely define. they were shown to me. it was a fight. a fight you win by surviving. it was very principled. if it would have had more world-sorrow, it wouldn't have caused so much damage to me. i'm glad to say that everything is pretty much ok. and now i ask for my own healing. it's made me rethink obsessions... they're so destructive. aren't they? sometimes, in a half-good way. some people have fears, or hopes. i have obsessions. (a constructive obsession would be dandy.) sometimes, life asks you to show your cards. and you might be surprised to see what you've got. i, for one, didn't know i knew so much about faith and trust. (of course, this can be written off as delusions too, which is fine by me.) 020605 ... birdmad compulsive 020605 what's it to you? who go blather from