When I was in high school I was absolutely obsessed with a certain book and movie series. Looking back it was kinda sad to see from the outside, but I was too happy to care what anyone thought. I enjoyed it, I loved it, and my love for it inspired me to create my own things. Now that I’m almost 30 I don’t get obsessed with things anymore, and it feels kinda like my lust for life has dissolved. Nothing holds my interest or makes me feel passionate or inspired.