The mystery man.
That is the phrase used to describe someone who is obsessed with something for the sole purpose of making a profit.
You might call it an obsessive compulsive disorder, or OCD.
But I’m more likely to call it the OCD compulsion.
I’m not a fan of buying a birthday cake, or even having a birthday party, but this guy is obsessed.
The guy’s obsession is with birthday cake.
His obsession is to make his birthday cake as good as he possibly can.
The obsession is that his birthday party will be as good, or better, than anyone else’s.
It’s a birthday that he’ll remember forever.
The birthday cake itself will be worth more than the person who made it.
The cake itself won’t matter as much.
If it turns out that he’s right, and the cake turned out to be a disappointment, then that’s it.
If the cake turns out to not be as delicious as he imagined, then he’ll never be satisfied with his cake.
I love the way his obsession is fueled by his obsessive compulsions.
He’ll buy a cake, he’ll buy it to himself, and he’ll spend all of his money on it.
Then he’ll go to his bedroom, and start making the cake himself.
Then the person at home will come home and they’ll eat the cake.
He won’t have time to eat it.
They’ll be just as happy.
I started to wonder if this obsession was just a figment of my imagination.
I started to worry that the obsession was real.
Then I got to the point where I realized that the person I’m thinking about isn’t really me.
I’m not actually obsessed.
It doesn’t seem to be true.
If I’m obsessed with this person, I can’t be as obsessed with myself.
I’m actually not obsessed.
I just have this obsession with this particular person.
The obsession doesn’t come from any specific person.
It comes from a combination of things that I’ve noticed about myself, and a desire to make something better for myself, in order to have a good time.
I think I just want to have fun.