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by Loughla
2195 days ago
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Pop culture OCD: I like to organize my pens and post-it notes on my desk. OCD in my life: I have a tourretic tic that forces me to grunt forcibly and wink whenever there is a square around me (side note, why is everything a fucking square?). The grunt is misinterpreted as a rude gesture, often. The wink has caused me to get punched regularly, so I don't go to social gatherings anymore. When I do go out, I have to plan to leave the house 45 minutes before I actually need to so I can complete my routine of window, door, lightswitch, stove, and sharp object checks 7 times each, 7 times around the house. I have to physically bite my tongue when my child is playing in the park, because I know he's going to get hit by an asteroid or abducted or whatever the thing is I'm concerned about that day if he plays on the third swing instead of the second swing. I have to plan my routes to the park in advance to avoid busy intersections, so that I don't get hit by a car, and so my child doesn't get stolen from me along the way. I could give two shits where the pens are, because I am too busy washing my red, raw hands for the 300th time in the last 18 hours. I haven't slept in two days because when I entered the bed after completing the night time routine of checking everything 7 times each, 7 times around the house, the second to the last lightswitch of the 38 lightswitches in my house didn't click in the way it was supposed to, and I stay awake so when the house burns down due to faulty wiring, I can save the family. That's the difference. |
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(The worst thing is, several times I was this close to stopping with my gas routine, but then I always discovered someone left one of the knobs half-turned, which suddenly justified my OCD. My stove has auto-shutoff, so it isn't all that dangerous, but I grew up with a stove without this safety feature, and my brain just latched onto that and can't let go.)