Weirdest obsessions you've ever had?

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I collected washers and bolts I found on the ground for a few years -I'm not sure how weird that is really.

You reminded me of a good laugh: At a relative's house in the mountains my sister was sitting on the front stoop. From under her legs there was a steady stream of ants leading away from her in both directions. My dad and I were both staring with bewilderment when finally my sister noticed what was going on. She simply shrugged and said, "I'm so sweet, they're coming out my ass."

I binge-watch TV series on Netflix. I watched the entire Midsomer Murders collection in three weeks.

When I was a lot younger I used to be obsessed with snails and slugs and I was always trying to find them in shrubs and grass I always let them go though.
Later I used to like those digital clocks with the drop leafs I would sit there for hours watching the numbers change.
I used to ring the time on the phone as well I used to like hearing them say "AT the first stroke it will be 12: o clock precisely."
don't know about the phone bill Mum and Dad would have wondered why their bill was high.

Reminds me of the time I watched all 112 episodes of Yu Yu Hakusho in 3 days.

at various times in my life I've been obsessed with:

*using DSP to remove aural disturbances from old phonographic and analog-tape-based audio recordings and hearing them for the first time "pure"-
*finding/riding a recumbent bicycle with a suspension-
*finding a judder-eliminating tv set.

I was obsessed with light switches when I was little... Not so much how they worked, but more so if they worked and flipping them up and down.

I wouldn't call it an obsession, but I have a fascination with mosquitos.

More specifically, I am fascinated by the way they fly. Kind of hovering around rather than actually flying in any direction.

When I was about two or three I was fascinated with oval shaped windows on doors. I called them "foot windows" because of their resemblance in shape to a foot. I would always point them out everywhere I spotted one. Later on it was grain silos in the country, the color of seats in movie theaters (any time someone went to a movie I would ask what color the seats were), sponges, lobsters, and of all things tiny pillows....my late grandmother was kind enough to sew me a bunch of these upon my request. Those are most of the weird obsessions I can remember from before age 5 or 6.

Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome. And another time: Klinefelter syndrome.

Snails I guess.
As a child(5-6) I used to collect snails and bring them home (eventually parents convinced me to put them on balcony instead). I was often seen sitting and letting them slide on my knees. That was odd...

I watched whole Ao no Exorcist (25 episodes) 3 times in 2 days.

When I was 3 or 4 I drew pictures of street beggers everyday. Not sure why but that's just all I drew. Give me a pencil and paper and I start drawing beggers. It eventually progressed to women in ancient costumes and my parents thought that's much better. I don't have any of my childhood obsessions now.

It's a very minor obsession, but I am compelled to correct people when they use 12 AM or 12 PM to refer to noon.

Noon is 12 M. Before noon is ante meridiem. After noon is post meridiem. Noon is neither ante meridiem nor post meridiem -- it is meridies.

As a child I had an interest in cicadas one summer. Several people in this area refer to them as locusts and actual locusts as grasshoppers. Anyway, this one summer all the nymphs were emerging from the ground and molting into their adult, winged forms. You could find their molted skins almost everywhere. I took my Tonka dump truck around the neighborhood and collected as many 'shells' as I could. The real highlight was finding a few that were in the process of molting and getting to watch them emerge, dry their wings out, and fly away.

My grandpa was great about it too. He had been a middle school science teacher so he had books on insects and such and was able to answer a lot of questions I had. He never considered a lot of my obsessions to be 'too weird,' but instead urged me to indulge my curiosities. He wasn't too keen on video games and the music I liked though...

I remember being really upset and disappointed when my parents made me throw away my collection of cicada 'shells' at the end of that summer. They had a hard time understanding why I'd want to keep them, but I couldn't really explain that either.