People scrunch their noses up when I reveal that I don’t drink. The nose dance is a predictable first step. Step two is asking, often in the same hurried breath “WHY?!”. Step three is watching confusion hit their face like a water balloon after I answer. You see, obsession for me is a way of life. I’ve never been the smartest or strongest, but I can run rings out of others in wide-eyed stubbornness. Give me a puzzle to unlock and I will spend six months taking it…