Is it Love Obsession or Dark Obsession?
Let’s talk about desire.
It began a few nights ago with a Netflix show called Obsession: Dark Desires.
The last available episode of Good Girls was in the bag. Even though I didn’t fall in love with the series from the get-go — that is, I wasn’t obsessed — I did watch through season 3, albeit not in one sitting.
I blame actress Mae Whitman. She is simply fantastic in her role as Annie, bringing a layer of enchanting humor to the series that makes you want to ‘chew the love’ with her over a bourbon in some seedy downtown Detroit bar.
That’s a suspension of disbelief thing and not a dark obsession. I really have no desire to meet her.
So, I was scrolling the Netflix options on my iPad, looking for my next visual to suck me into a new story when I saw it: Obsession: Dark Desires.
Well, hello…
The title tweaked the incoming thought: Am I obsessed in love?
I wondered if being in love made me bat-shit crazy. It became one of those rabbit-hole questions.
What? We have to think about something.
May as well be:
