My Obsession :: Personal Narrative essay about myself

My Obsession   I often wonder about 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 overzealous creativity? What Im talking about is decorating. Not just normal 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 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 have taken on a life of its own. Perhaps the small lawn sculpture shaped like a brave Santa triggered the avalanche under which I find myself today. Looking into his electric blue eyes I was put into a hypnotic frenzy. I soon realize this cogniseable, jolly fellow required companionship on my front law n. On my next jaunt to the Christmas shop, I found the most adorable reindeer to merge my Santa. But wait, I couldnt buy just one Santa had 8 reindeer. Now they needed 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 needed to edify 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 white lights, chaser lights, and flare lights. There were so many lights my electric bill tripled during the month of December. I could have caused a power outage affecting houses and shops within a one-mile radius.   This newborn obsession wasnt limited to the holiday season. It seemed to have spilled over like a waterfall into my backyard. A tropical paradise was materializing before my ey es. 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 correspond of plastic palm trees, and occasionally quench their thirst at the tiki bar.