I’ve been obsessing the past few weeks over the lack of love in my life. I want to love and be loved by one hot chick. I want to be devoted to her and her to me. I want to wrap my arms around her and make her mine several times a week.
That ain’t going on for me right now.
I was beating myself up tonight for this lack and then I realized that the primary reason I’m obsessing over this is that all the other things that I tend to obsess over — finances, health, position in Jewish community, life direction, career — are under control.
