My Dearest Dr. Fancypants and I frequently lament the extreme injustice of suffering with an Obsession and a Compulsion that really do not get us anywhere in the world. It does not interfere with my daily life...unless you count the counting the lines on the road parallel to the direction I am travelling in the car which has me missing turns every once in a while. Only being able to chew my gum between connecting lines perpendicular to the direction I am driving is harmless. I LOVE buried fiber optic cable--no telephone poles to line up across a road. Whew.
But why can't I have the kind of OCD that leaves me with a spotlessly clean house or an empty laundry room? Nope. I am stuck tapping my teeth in the right rhythm to the point of wearing off the enamel.
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Yes, and that why we all love you, Miss OCD! Becasue there is a bit of it in all of us! :) Miss ya...looking forward to seeing you and your brood on Sunday.
Hey, we share a love of tiaras and a small OCD issue. I count people's syllables when they're speaking--I get irritated when they don't add up to multiples of 5. I think iambic pentameter will be the death of me. (15, btw.) When I told my mom that I had been diagnosed with OCD she burst into gales of laughter and gasped: "You! Have you SEEN your kitchen??"
Hang in there.
I can tell by the responses here which readers enjoy the same affliction. Everyone else must feel I am too fragile to handle what they really think of me!
OCD makes the world go round...and round and round and round and round and round....
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