Alexi McCammond


Being an obsessive person is kind of the best and the worst thing ever. You find something you like and then suddenly it’s all you think and talk about. The best is when you’re obsessive about harmless things, like makeup or dessert. But the worst time to be an obsessive person? With relationships and the dreaded phase of forgetting about the human you were once (totally healthily) obsessed with, because, like, they were your person and you did everything together.

If we are becoming so busy that we can barely cook for ourselves during the week, when are we going to stop and reconsider just how busy we are? Moreover, when are we going to confront whether or not our busyness is healthy?