The birth of obsession

Old habits die hard, I just don't act on them anymore. So much for appearing well-behaved. Take the need for acknowledgement. No, I mean it like this: you are looking through the window of someone else's life. You see her there, a beautiful woman. She is complaining and looks distressed. Your heart breaks. Do you knock on the window and draw attention to yourself, saying that, well, you have no clue what her problem is but you'd really help if you could ...? Idiot! She wasn't talking to you.

So I see it as my need for my need to be acknowledged. A recursive need. The birth of an obsession.