David Todd McCarty<p>I’ve always wanted to be that guy. The one devoted to a passion, one larger than himself. A life of specificity and dedication, driven to extremes by an absurd drive for perfection. You read about them in food magazines and Netflix documentaries, going on about their obsessions for stone-ground flour, handmade bicycles, or custom surfboards. I’m consumed by those who are obsessive.</p><p><a href="https://me.dm/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Creativity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Creativity</span></a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Obsessive" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Obsessive</span></a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Art" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Art</span></a> <a href="https://abitdodgy.uk/a-little-bit-of-everything-a16dcf49eb8c" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">abitdodgy.uk/a-little-bit-of-e</span><span class="invisible">verything-a16dcf49eb8c</span></a></p>