My Enthusiasm

I have been told that I am a woman who obsesses. I like to call it enthusiasm with a dash of exuberance. When I like something, I really like it. My cycle of passions goes something like this...

Step One
I discover object of obsession or am introduced to it.

Step Two
I learn about it through discussions and Internet research.

Step Three
I get as much of the obsession as I possibly can without driving the people around me crazy.

Step Four
a. I still love the obsessed item(s)/idea(s), but it is placed in the mental treasure box in my mind. I revisit the obsession once in awhile for nostalgia.

b. I make it a permanent part of my life.

Now, without sounding like too much a bizarro woman, my obsessions and passions are always innocent and fun. For example, my current obsessions are dried fruit, Six Feet Under, scented soaps, trying to make chicken exciting, and karaoke. Passed obsessions have been making fudge, hand stamping cards, Sopranos, wearing lipstick, itunes, farmers markets. The list goes on and on. Does this make me weird?