I found out one time that someone had been obessed with ME! Yikes… Luckily for the poor guy I was only told after he moved away. I’m a bit more careful about being too nice to people these days.
I got obsessed recently with a female friend of mine, based purely on a comment she made in passing.
I’ve known that she has historically had an… um… interesting career path. Some jobs that you wouldn’t tell your parents about, in places that many people wouldn’t want the preacher to know they frequented. :eek:
As a result of this, she has some skills that could get her arrested if she offered them for sale.
Anyway, she made a comment about what she would with me if we weren’t both married.
I spent the better part of a month imaging what would happen if I weren’t married.
I’ve since realized that it was an idle comment, that if the circumstances were changed, might have come true.
But the fantasy… 
(I know, someone’s going to come along asking for details. Sorry, I’m at work, folks)
From 8th grade all the way through high school with a boy in my grade. We were fairly friendly by 9th grade, but then he became more a part of the popular crowd and I hung out with my own merry band of rejects so he didn’t really know I existed, to a certain extent. He was always very nice to me and sometimes we would have long conversations during free period. We also had a few mutual friends. Early our senior year, at the Model Congress trip, I decided to take the plunge and very obliquely hint that I liked him. He said. “You’re so nice. You’re a nice girl. You’ll go far.” 
It’s not his fault he wasn’t interested. When I got to college (he went to Hopkins, I went to Haverford), I sent him an email asking how he liked school and he never responded. I haven’t seen him since graduation day.
My current boyfriend and I were at one time obsessed with each other in a most unhealthy manner. It was about 5 years ago and I think it was brought on by a case of infatuation and pepperes with a HUGE dose of hormones. I thought about him all the time, we snuck away at all hours to have sex, we called each other and SMS’s and emailed all day and all night…it was fun but alas, exhausting. Our jobs suffered, our interpersonal relationships suffered and eventually as all fantasy relationships do, it started to crumble because when you obsess, I think you start to assigne a larger than life status to that person that no one can really live up to…we broke up in a thunderous fashion but obviously we ended up working things out eventually in a more sane manner…it just took a number of YEARS to come to our senses and we still get a little nutsy from time to time.
OH yeah, several in fact.
During my four years of HS I had two different obsessive bouts with two different classmates. I didn’t really speak to them but I had to see them and take in every detail of their clothing and mood and changes from day to day. I’m pretty sure that was not mutual.
Then when I was in college I worked with these two HS girls. The two girls were good friends and mine but I obsesivly thought about them. Though they were a bit young for me. I found out later that they wanted to jump me and I had to re-evaluate every conversation and I then realized that they were flirting with me.
Oh well.
So yes I have obsessed over people in basically unrequited ways. I think I’ve grown out of that.
Mmmm… Love the voice, love the looks. Not obsessed though, just a fan. Someday we will marry, but she isn’t responding to my letters anymore :mad: . Maybe it’s been put on hold? Things have been pretty crazy between us lately. Butch Vig always wins! Someday I’ll get him! :eek:
But like I said, I’m not obsessed.
There was a girl I knew (note the past-tense) in High School. An amazing person, I thought at the time, and to this day I stick by it. Very clever, witty, creative… but vulnerable, insecure (not annoyingly so, just enough to make her a mousy, quiet person). Incredibly cute. Insert continued list of silly, immature, schoolboy crush adjectives here.
Now, in High School, the SPOOFE then was not the SPOOFE you all know and love (or, at least, just know). He was a silly, awkward, loud, sweaty, red-faced, hyperactive, bloated fool. A fun fool, but a fool nonetheless. SPOOFE-then got a big ol’ crush on said girl. Lasted about three years. An irrational doting that kept getting worse over time.
Things ultimately came to a head. SPOOFE-then offended her with his “OhmygodyouresowonderfulIloveyouGAAAH!” antics. Bad him. She asked that she and SPOOFE-then ixnay on the eakingspay. That was almost three years ago. Sure, SPOOFE-then was broken up about it for about six months, but if finally made him into the SPOOFE-now, which is a good deal more stable, secure, relaxed, and comfortable with hisself. He’s also a good deal more egotistical and abrasive, but hey, everything’s gotta have a downside.
So, yes, I’ve been obsessed, very unhealthily so. I lost a great friend in the process, went through a lot of bitterness, pain, sorrow, tears, agony, annoyance, awkwardness, yelling, screaming, arguing, fighting, regret, loss, and a little bit of drunkenness. Ultimately, getting over the obsession left me a better person, but it was a heavy burden to carry while it lasted. I wouldn’t recommend it. Take up Scrabble instead.
Twice. The first time the flame was mutual, burned brightly, too brightly and turned into something of a confligation that left us not speaking to each other. The second time is somewhat worse and somewhat better for its one sided-never-going-to happenness. It sucks.