Obsess

I have no problem admitting the fact that I obsess about certain things. To me, it means I'm focused and I know what I like. At one point, all I would wear or own was purple. I still love purple but since I dumped the schoolgirl uniform, I realized that if I wear purple every day, it will seem like I'm wearing the same thing every day.

Today, I am here to analyze my longstanding obsession with nail polish. The first nail polish I remember wearing, was a Sailor Moon red. It peeled away. It was one of those glue-like ones. Perhaps there is something about my early disappointment in the Sailor Moon nail polish that is now engrained in my psyche--I want the real deal. Many of the real deal, actually.

This is, by no means, a unique obsession. I know I share it with many a girl (and even some boys) so they couldn't have all been disappointed by Sailor Moon nail polish.

Here's another anecdote. I was at the mall. I had left my phone at Spencer's and on my way to retrieve it, a girl working at a booth grabbed my hands, looked at my bright purple nail polish and asked, in a tragic tone, "why do you wear nail polish?", as if it were as bad as kicking puppies. Affronted, I replied, "I like colors". She laughed and then continued her sales pitch.

The point is, I do like colors. A lot. I could go for the well-used, "they represent diversity". The truth is I simply like the fact that I can wear a color. I like the way they look when my fingers are going across the keyboard, pressing strings on a fretboard or brushing my teeth. It's fun.

Without further ado, here is my nail polish collection.