My Obsession :: Personal Narrative essay about myself

My Obsession   I much wonder slightly myself why does this obsession of mine drive me to such an extreme? wherefore does the right side of my brain surface in such a manner that even I cant understand? Is it out of boredom? Or is it oerzealous creativity? What Im talking about is decorating. Not just chemical formula decorating (I do that well) but 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(prenominal) fun is that the more outlandish and obscure it is, the more I am driven to take it to its fullest potential.   I cant remember how it all started, but it seems to commence taken on a life of its own. Perhaps the small lawn grave shaped like a cheery Santa triggered the avalanche under which I find myself today. Looking into his electric blue eyes I was draw up into a hypnotic frenzy. I soon realized this loveable, jolly curse word requi red companionship on my trend lawn. On my next trigger off to the Christmas shop, I found the most adorable reindeer to join my Santa. scarcely wait, I couldnt buy just one Santa had 8 reindeer. Now they required a sled 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 shame that it was only visible during daylight hours. I call for to illuminate this Yuletide scene with lights, lots of lights I found myself back at Holiday Central charging 3,000 of the brightest bulbs General Electric had to offer. I hung blue lights and lily-white lights, chaser lights, and twinkling lights. There were so many lights my electric observation tripled during the month of December. I could have caused a power outage affecting houses and shops in spite of appearance a one-mile radius.   This newborn obsession wasnt limited to the holiday season. It seemed to have spilled ov er like a waterfall into my backyard. A tropical paradise was materializing forward 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 sun under a pair of plastic treat trees, and occasionally quench their thirst at the tiki bar.