Sometimes random thoughts or ideas enter my head.  If they are good ones, I can't get them out.  They haunt me and are in the back of my thoughts all the time until I finally crack and do something about them. 

I was cleaning one day and came across my wool collection.  I thought to myself, "I feel like knitting something."  So, ever since then, my subconscious has been trying to come up with something to make.  Then, I saw a movie in which there was a lady with one of those really really long fuzzy scarves.  The little lightbulb was lit.

So, I went to Walmart (I know, I know...the Devil) not with the intention of buying anything, just returning stuff.  But as I walked toward the mall exit,  I was inexplicably pulled toward the craft area.  I didn't really know why I was going there until I found myself staring at a huge wall, lined with balls of wool.  So, I searched and hunted for the perfect scarf-building material.  Then I found it.  It was on sale too!!  What luck!  I bought two balls of navy blue fuzzy yarn.

That night, I searched and hunted all over the house for my knitting needles.  Uttering a triumphant whoop when I finally found them, I fell to the couch clutching my precious wool to my bosom.  Then, like a woman posessed, I began to knit. 

Now, knitting is a nice thing to do.  It is a quiet hobby that ultimately produces something useful.  A sweater, dishcloth, sock...almost anything that you knit can be used for something.  The thing about MY knitting, is it's more than just a hobby.  I don't knit because I particularily enjoy it, although I do enjoy it sometimes and it is horribly addictive.  I knit because I want the end product.  I really really want that scarf. 

So, the result of all this is me...sitting on my couch in 8 hour increments for 5 days straight, knitting my ass off!!  There is no time for friends or food.  There is only enough time for bathroom breaks and movie changing.  I just HAVE to knit!!  I know that in 3 days, I will have the nicest scarf ever, but this behavior borders on obsessive. 

Finally, after the scarf is made, I know what will happen.  That's when the compusion ends, but I'll want matching mittens.  I'll start on them damned mittens, but I'll be so sick of knitting by then that the effort will be half-hearted.  Maybe I'll complete one and start the second, but by then, a new idea will have entered my head.  One that haunts my subconscious until I finally do something about it.  That's when I end up with a nice scarf, and a matching mitten.  And one mitten that will never get finished.

Well, now that I've informed you all about my strange neurotic compulsions, feel free to form your own oppinions.  You probably can't tell me anything that I don't already know though.  Sigh...if I could bring my knitting to work, I'd be doing it right now.