Obsessions are funny because most of the time, they’re really unjustifiable. Now, I’m not talking about those dangerous obsessions like stalking or Louis Vuitton purses. No, I’m referring to these innocuous little fixations that people develop towards someone or something. Take Lisa Rinna. She just got over her obsession of plumping her lips. No longer does she strive to inject as much botox and plumper into her lips to make them into human flotation devices. In fact, just this week she debuted her new, only mildly bee-stung puckers, that don’t resemble the Hindenberg Blimp. I’m sure a lot of people are glad she got over that obsession, including her ‘ole hubby.

The Octomom, at least for now, also seems to be over her obsession of repopulating the world. Maybe she finally came to grips with the fact that her uterus can’t make her rich or bring her any worthwhile fame or maybe it’s from actually having to enter reality as a result of imminent foreclosure, whatever the reason, thank the fertility stars that she’s closed up shop and let go of that obsession.

For a special person in my life, let’s call him Mr. Basil Lover, well—he’s got obsessions galore. In fact, the proverbial obsession cup runneth over when it comes to this character. And when I talk about obsessions, I mean out of control love-fests. Take his addiction to all things O.J. Simpson. Seriously, yes, the one and only, murderer O.J. Regardless of his guilt or innocence, Mr. Basil Lover is fascinated by this buffoon. All the way down to the F-movie, American Tragedy, made for Lifetime about the exhausting and never-ending trial. Now folks, this isn’t a regular two hour sob-fest movie that’ll put you to sleep on a Friday night right after you’ve inhaled your Chinese takeout dinner. No, this is a four hour moc-drama replaying the ENTIRE case and all the background legal maneuvering that accompanied it—equipped with bad, truly bad acting and an awful, wretched script. Mr. Basil Lover has probably seen this movie about thirty times and truly, he’s in love—to the point of actually being able to recite portions of it! In fact, he’s probably very close to ruining the dvd from watching it so much—but of course, I’ll never be so lucky! All of Mr. Basil Lover’s friends at work know about his obsession as they’ve been invited to his annual O.J. Simpson Fest including the viewing of the American Tragedy movie. I kid you not, it’s a holiday arguably more important than Thanksgiving or Christmas to Basil Lover. The only reality that gives me comfort is that if that darned dvd ever breaks, it might signal the end of the obsession as its virtually impossible to get a hold of a replacement one! 

Mr. Basil Lover, aside from the entirely unjustified bromance with the Juice, is enamored with Rahm Emanuel. Why? Lord only knows. In fact, when I asked Mr. Basil Lover this morning as to why he feels Rahm would make a good mayor, he simply couldn’t answer the question—he downright didn’t know what platform Rahm was running on, any issues he’s promoting or any highlights from his newly launched campaign. No, the only thing Mr. Basil Lover does know is that he’d like to attend “as many Rahm events” as he can. Great…way to dodge the question and way to ultimately waste your hard-earned money.

And so here seems to be the heart of the matter: with obsessions, there’s no justifiable reason for having them. Really, there’s nothing in particular with O.J. or Rahm or basil (yes, there’s an obsession there too) or anything else that could justify Mr. Basil’s bizarre fixation. I guess ultimately it’s just a fatal flaw in human beings—a flaw that’ll leave some of us amused and/or annoyed.