I feel very zoned out in my special interests. In some I'm very calm and fuzzy, and some I'm very intense. If I'm practicing for a performance I'm VERY stressed out because I'm also a perfectionist. However, if I'm simply practicing music for enjoyment then I'm calm and zoned out. Large stretches of time pass by in seemingly an instant.
(1) Lifetime interest: violin
I used to practice so much as a kid, my mother used to complain at me to stop. I really wanted to become a professional soloist, but that was nearly impossible to do without private lessons. I went through a period where I stopped, but always returned to it. Currently do not engage in practicing as I have too many kids and not enough time. When I practice, my 1.5 year old starts to cry. I'm not playing wrong notes, so I don't know why it bothers him so much.
(2) Lifetime interest: drawing
I just started again, albeit a little bit. I used to do realistic, hyperdetailed drawings but then moved into more abstract art. It is an on-off-on interest.
(3) Lifetime interest: writing
I authored and published a book of poetry (not by vanity press) which featured my visual artwork as well, and got published in several literary journals. I have also written short stories and monologues that were performed on stage.
(4) Current obsessions: AS/PDD/ASD, various health issues, my children
(5) Previous obsessions: Reading (fiction, philosophy, metaphysics, psychology, politics), collecting comics, SCUBA diving (until I started getting panic attacks in the water), eating disorder, tweezing, working out, becoming expert on health and fitness (ironically while engaged in a full-blown eating disorder), gourmet cooking (epicurious.com recipes from scratch), BDSM, EMP survivalism
(5a) A note on obsessions: My husband also has several obsessions (photography, piloting, skydiving, investing, building furniture). We have tried to overlap some of our intense interests but when he encroaches on my interest I wind up getting put off because he starts to try to "run the ship" and I wind up getting less interested for some odd reason. When I try to join his special interest, I don't ever manage the same intensity that he does and I don't enjoy it so much. He doesn't understand this and neither do I. Whenever I find friends who have the same interests it is always so pleasurable for me, but when it comes to my husband, it becomes an entirely different animal. I don't get it!