the joy obsessions and beliefs and facts and everything we can't prove (which is everything?)
My most persistent obsession is with summer camp. I’ve been obsessed since age 12. This obsession has taken different forms over the past decade, but it has always centered around a rocky hill in Vermont and moldy poster boards with song lyrics and guitar chords on them. In some ways, my friends at school understand my obsession with camp. At the very least, they know that I am obsessed...camp permeates from my pores. I orchestrate ice breakers and ask for chek-ins and play the banjo and camp people come to visit and I try to convince school friends to work at camp. I’m pretty open about this obsession. I’m also pretty aware that my obsession with camp appears childish...maybe it is childish. Maybe that’s why I feel a little silly for writing this right now. But when I’m at camp and I say and hear my campers say and experience that everything trite can be true if we want it to be, I don’t feel silly. I feel awesome. My experiences at camp made me believe in the fact of my agency and my power. This is a fact I’ve come to believe in even more fiercely throughout this semester. I’m glad I belive; I’m happy to be obsessed. This might be why I loved Laroche so much. He is so focused and so committed and so honest about loving what he loves and hating what he hates. I dig that, I can relate to that.