After witnessing my early, severe obsessions with Britney Spears and Harry Potter, I can see why my parents were worried I had an addictive personality. To them, my stacks of CDs and several sets of wizarding robes indicated I would either wind up like a present-day Lindsay Lohan and consume all sorts of illegal substances or star in an episode of some TLC show alongside people who eat wall insulation and chalk. Fortunately, my personality has led me to less destructive addictions: theater, books, television, and Diet Coke.
