Okay, so I have obsessions, yes? As of yet, none of them involve any aspect of the goth culture.
This is a problem.
I have a presentation–a 50 minute presentation–quickly approaching that I have not finished my research for. I’ve had subjects in the past that I’ve gotten interested in and become a virtual expert of in less than 36 hours. I need to do this with the goth culture too.
Hell, when I was initially reading about ASDs (I’m always reading about ASDs now), I read Tony Attwood’s book “The Complete Guide to Asperger’s Syndrome,” in less than two days. Being that that’s an awesome book, it’s a little more than the length of your average read.
I guess what I’m saying that I need to find is that extreme kind of focus that only being truly obsessed in something can bring.
The class that this is for is my Multicultural Music Therapy Grad class. We had to pick sub-cultures and do a presentation on them and their music, and then afterwards, write a research paper about it. I wanted to pick Asperger’s Syndrome/Autism as my sub-culture, but my teacher wouldn’t let me, since she said that there was no music associated directly with it. I argued–I almost always do–but alas, I lost the fight. I had read somewhere that folks on the spectrum react well to polyrhythmic (multiple rhythms) sounds in songs. Only now, I can’t find where I read that. So I’ll keep looking. *sighs*
Goths. Okay. Outcasts. I can dig that. I bounced on the edge of the goth culture for about a year or so during my freshman year in college. And I was always friends with all of the goths in high school. I like goths. I just need to find a way to make that like turn into obsession, at least for a bit. Of course then the problem with that is that it’s not like you can just turn an obsession on or off. It’s either there or it’s not.
I used to be obsessed with the X-Files. I mean, I had it bad. I wish I could show you. I have a couple of pics, but no scanner. I had pictures all over my walls and a couple on my ceiling even. The first time I really became acquainted with the internet I spent 4 hours on it in one sitting without noticing the passage of time, because I was enthralled with all of the X-Files websites I kept finding. It was mostly the pictures that I loved. I’ve always loved pictures.