My Obsession :: Personal Narrative essay about myself

My Obsession   I often wonder about myself why does this compulsion of mine drive me to such an extreme? Why does the right case of my brain surface in such a manner that until now I cant understand? Is it out of boredom? Or is it overzealous creativeness? What Im talking about is decorating. Not just normal decorating (I do that well) besides outrageous, full-blown theme decorating. Using vibrant colors, with a unique style, I express my whimsical personality. What makes this type of decorating so much fun is that the to a greater extent outlandish and obscure it is, the more I am driven to establish it to its fullest potential.   I cant remember how it all started, but it seems to have taken on a life of its own. Perhaps the small lawn sculpture shaped wish well a cheery Santa triggered the avalanche under which I find myself today. spirit into his electric blue eyes I was put into a spellbinding frenzy. I soon realized this loveable, jolly criminal ow required bon ton on my front lawn. On my next jaunt to the Christmas shop, I base the most adorable reindeer to join my Santa. But wait, I couldnt acquire just one Santa had 8 reindeer. Now they needed a sledge to haul, and it had to be big enough for Santa and all of his packages.   A beautiful holiday display was finally emerging in front of my house. What a pity that it was only visible during daylight hours. I needed to illuminate this Yuletide conniption with lights, lots of lights I found myself back at Holiday important charging 3,000 of the brightest bulbs General Electric had to offer. I hung blue lights and white lights, chaser lights, and trice lights. There were so many lights my electric bill tripled during the month of December. I could have caused a power outage affecting houses and shops within a one-mile radius.   This newborn obsession wasnt limited to the holiday season. It seemed to have spilled over like a waterfall into my backya rd. A tropical paradise was materializing before my eyes. I fell in love with those tacky pink flamingos often sighted in trailer parks or senior communities. These long-legged birds shade themselves from the searing sunlight under a pair of plastic palm trees, and occasionally allay their thirst at the tiki bar.