February 2010
25 posts
WAIT. I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.
You don't like bacon?!
Not particularly, for several reasons. Though I have to confess that I ate bacon on a burger yesterday, as a sacrifice to the ever-demanding gods of “I’m so hungover and possibly still a little drunk so I need the most unhealthy food possible.”
Obsessive-Compulsive Valentines →
mcsweeneys.net
I can’t decide whether to be offended or amused or tragicomically lovelorn.
“Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and I think I left the iron on.”
— Jenny Traig
let me explain. no, there is too much - let me sum up
For the edification of the unsure:
This blog is about obsessive-compulsive disorder. Well, it’s sometimes about random other things that are shiny or pretty or funny, but it’s mostly about OCD. Like virtually any other serious health issue, OCD is often misunderstood and misrepresented by people who are, at the base of things, misinformed. I figure that a better thing than being eternally annoyed by these people, or the people who only know about it through these people, is to try and inform them.
I have OCD.
Let me state, though, that I’m not writing this from some unassailable position of objective truth; I write things how I feel them, and how I see them. I’m writing what happens in my head, same as everyone else on here writing about movies they’ve watched or books they’ve read. Your OCD might not be my OCD, and that doesn’t make either of us wrong, it just makes us human. And if you don’t have OCD, and you’re just a friend or an internet acquaintance or some completely random person reading this on a printout in the depths of the jungle, well that’s fine too. Don’t feel embarrassed to read, or make requests, or ask for clarification; I’m not embarrassed to write, and why should I be? I’m really writing this for myself. Ask anyone with a mental health issue how lonely it feels to be thinking at right angles from everyone around you, and to be unable to express or explain that. This is me trying to show you those angles, but at the same time simply having those thoughts written down eases that isolation.
So, read.
hello immortalinyourlove!
Another random follower. This is still very new and strange to me.
I guess now that there are a few people, though, I should ask - any requests?
Because trust me, I have loads to write about. So what should be next?
“Your blog is wonderful. Just thought you’d like to know. Love from, ocdowninalbion :)”
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downinalbion!
Thanks! Clearly we should be OCDfriends. Though I have no idea how you even found it, since I have like… two followers (three now!), but I’m glad you like it. You are the first person to follow it that I didn’t harass online or in person first, so this is exciting and mildly terrifying because now I have to be super-interesting.
Also, from reading your blog, I’m left with the overwhelming urge to re-watch Gilbert Grape. So I will.
look up the definition of irony, you know what you'll find?
The definition of irony, which is (among other things), an outcome that is the opposite of what was expected or intended.
Primary result of making a blog to vent my various OCD anxieties? I have acquired an entirely new set of things to obsessively check.
