I go through various obsessions in different stages of my life. In fact, I wrote a blog post at lindsayshort.tumblr.com about my top obsessions of the year 2010.
During my college years, I tend to indulge in various television shows— not specifically those airing at a certain time on TV, but those already out on DVD. I started my freshman year with the show LOST. My dad received the first season on DVD for Christmas and I conveniently took it back to school with me to watch. This show, along with many others, is designed to captivate the viewer from episode to episode, and then again from season to season. I completed the first season in record time (I may even be ashamed to say how fast I finished it) and was ready for the second. Of all the six seasons, I was waiting in impatient anticipation to see what was going to happen next.
I became so obsessed with this show that everything was reminding me of it—certain people that I came in contact with looked like the characters, certain sounds would remind me of the “monster” or of various alerts in the show, etc. My mind began to be warped by this show obsession.
Once LOST was completed, I began watching The Office, and then The Bachelor, followed by all ten seasons of Friends, then House, MD, then again all ten seasons of Friends, and now 24. 
I’m just over halfway through the first season of 24; however, my obsession is running deep. My mind is being consumed by Jack Bauer and pursuit of protecting the Presidential nominee David Palmer. I find myself being infiltrated by the mistrust that incinerates the characters of the show.
It wasn’t long that I, as well as my roommates, noticed that this is not exactly the healthiest thing to be obsessed over.
I’m sitting in class, supposed to be paying attention, but I have this uneasiness consuming my soul. I don’t know how to pinpoint this uneasiness—maybe it’s overdue projects, maybe it’s the thought of going to work tonight, or maybe it’s the episode of 24 that I have yet to watch. My flesh says that it’s probably all of those things (most of which point to the latter); however, all of these “obsessions” only lead me to wonder about actual healthy obsessions.
Yes, some obsessions can be healthy.
What if I were so consumed with My Lord and Savior that I thought about Him every second of the day?
What if the edge of my seat was no longer good enough and I had to be in His Word all the time?
What if everything that I said, did, thought about, and interacted with made me think about Him?
What if my obsessions were solely of God and God alone?
