Dangerous wishes

Sometimes I wish I was obsessive. There seems to some sort of neat little artistic area in the world of obssession. A certain dedication to one aspect of life or mannerism where it just leaves it to be the amuesment of others and such. The thing is, after much reading, the facination with nutty people has started to grasp onto me. Granted the idea is still glossed with that "appeal" through the internet medium, a comfort zone purely for the fact I'm not in the same room with the person, it still intrigues me. A delve into obssesive compulsion for my own pleasure seems something suiting of me, yet still even a line I wouldn't cross.