I take after my Dad in that I flit from thing to thing, obsessively really, until the next thing comes along. I always have to be doing something-like an addiction-but one I prefer to smoking, which is my former addiction. Like my Dad, I go through phases of doing one thing, then put it aside, then do the next and so on. I come back to all my interests eventually but can't stand to do the same thing forever. I did that thing where you pick a word for the year. I thought about how I am, and thought of a word that would try to correct it (self criticism ruled there!) I picked 'focus'. I picked it, thinking it would help me to become really good at one thing, rather than dabbling all the time. In terms of that it was a failure, but in terms of understanding myself better it was great! I now realise that I definitely need to flit from thing to thing to be happy. I try to do things well, and I like to learn new things. I am happy with that.
For me, anything can start off an obsession. In the summer I bought 'Water for Elephants' from the charity shop. I enjoyed the story, and the film which I watched later. But the best part of the book for me, was the author's notes and interview at the end of the book. This is where I learned about her obsession for the circus, and how she had fed that with two particular books of old photos, both of which I now own too. A fascinating world.