Weirdest obsessions you've ever had?

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when I was in kindergarten, I used to have an obsession with heating/AC duct registers, I would see one on the wall or ceiling and shout "HEEDUR!! !"

When I was a child I was obsessed with Goats. I talked about them all the time and had to spend allot of time with them. If there was a farm and it had goats I would get upset if my mother would not stop and let me look at them. I asked for toys that looked like goats. This obsession lasted for almost 4 yrs. Now I just like them and do not have a need to go look at them.

Weirdest would either have to be otherkin or psionics. Depends on your perspective.
I firmly believe certain psychic abilities are real though.

Current is bicycles. Not really weird.

Mine would have to be Myna birds - still a current Special Interest for about the past 2~3 years.

The strange thing about this Special Interest is that I've been surrounded by these common birds in my suburb for all of my life and never even paid them attention or noticed them and one day they suddenly jump up and become a Special Interest?!?! How does that work? I don't know? I can't even imagine why I like 'em. I've never liked birds before, and now, all of a sudden, a MASSIVE interest in a very common bird.

The Aspie brain truly is a thing of beauty and wonder!! !

Perhaps my collecting of insects when I was 10-12? I let them go (I did try to dissect a few when I was 8 or 9), but I would capture them in jars and watch them for hours.

That old obsession came in handy when my aunt's house had a weevil infestation. For about a week or two I spent a couple hours a day catching and observing them. I finally found where they were coming from, because when I thought I caught all of them I could see a few of them still around this particular cabinet. They had chewed their way into a bag of bird seed. I dumped it all outside and a massive amount of them ran out into the grass. The funny thing is, my aunt and uncle never even noticed they had an infestation, and they never thanked me for getting rid of them before they got in all of the food.

Or maybe my obsession with rocks was weirder. I've had many odd ones.

I've always had a thing for collecting containers. Glass bottles, jars, tins, shoeboxes, even sometimes coffee cans. Right now I have two crates just loaded with empty wine and liquor bottles from the past two or three years.

My weirdest obsession that I can bring to mind at the moment would probably have to be the Aardman movie Chicken Run, and all things related (Wallace and Gromit, Creature Comforts, etc). I watched my VHS tape of the movie every afternoon after school, collected several of the books, and a plushie of one of the characters from the movie was my comfort item (still is). Perhaps even a bit more disturbing is that around that time, my fourth grade teacher at the special ed school I went to stocked some Goosebumps books on her bookshelf, one of which happened to center around two children who are hexed by a sorceress so they slowly, gradually turn into chickens (the first sign is uncontrollable clucking, then sprouting feathers, etc....now that I think about it, it's a bit like the donkey transformation in Pinocchio. o.O) But I just remember that being the only Goosebumps book I read all the way thru (I could never really get into Goosebumps when they were popular....I was more of a Junie B Jones, Magic Treehouse and Beverly Cleary kind of kid). I was just fascinated by the idea of someone gradually transforming into a bird. No wonder I have avian tendencies as a young adult.

I still like Chicken Run, too - I ordered the making-of book for it and a few other Chicken Run books not long ago, as well as some stickers. I tend to revert back to old special interests and obsessions when I'm going thru a rough time (like right now)...it just reminds me of better times.

I went through a phase where I was for some reason very interested in collecting those little air soft gun pellets. I think I was 6, but I don't exactly remember. They were all over in the neighborhood park, and all sorts of different colors. I would get really excited if I found a new color. Since they were dirty I put them in a water bottle, drained the water, and put the newly cleaned plastic pellets into another water bottle which is where I kept them all. Then I would swirl it around or shake it and watch the rainbow of spheres

That is what I did, until my step mom threw them away for some reason, without even telling me why... I don't remember how I reacted to be honest, everything after the moment I found out is blank. I assume I was pretty upset though, that was mean of her to do. I still am kind of mad about that to be honest.

If I see air soft pellets on the side walk or wherever, I still get the urge to pick them up. I don't find them often though, so I only have like 10.

when I was in single digits, I had a fascination/perseveration concerning toilet plungers, I drew pictures of them and included them in other pictures I scrawled. I "adopted" one and used it like a teddy bear, putting it in bed with me at night to keep me company. then one day my parents took it away from me and stuck it in a pile of goo.

i dunno, mom says i used to be obsessed with Ana Gabriel as a little one and i memorized some of her songs.

Ants.

Not just any ants, but the large red and black ants we have out in the pastures and other places around here.

When I was about 3 years old, I was at a church picnic one day. While nobody was paying close attention to me, I walked over to an ant bed and sat down to watch the ants. After a while I was screaming in pain and watching the ants. They took me to the emergency room but I was all right.

We had one particular ant bed just west of the house. It was just past the stock tank and about 15 feet to the left of what is in the picture below.



The ant bed was there at least into my 20s, but it is no longer there any more (I turned 60 this year). I used to frequently stand by the ant bed and watch the ants scurry around. I had no interest in why they were doing whatever it was they were doing, I was just fascinated by the motion.

Two or three months ago I was over at a neighbor's house. There had been a magnificent ant bed just south of the house. I was rather unhappy when I went over to see the ants and saw that the owners had poisoned them all.

That said, I am not diagnosed and refuse to self diagnose myself as having Asperger's. I guess that makes this an undiagnosed obsession.

Dalmatians. I think the movie must have driven me to it, since I already had a dog obsession at the time. I wanted my entire room painted with black and white spots. I didn't have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary Dalmatian.

When I was very little (many moons ago) I had to visit the bathroom of wherever I went. Grocery store, hardware store, library, gas station- all of them. It's weird because public toilets flushing is a huge fear of mine.