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.”
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.
“Your blog is wonderful. Just thought you’d like to know. Love from, ocdowninalbion :)”—
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.
That was a far longer post than intended. I suspect that my subconscious might have been like “someone’s actually reading, impress them!”
No, subconscious. Bad. We don’t do that (anymore), we are Grown Up.
Except that at the end of the day, I think 90% of human interaction can be boiled down to “hey look that boy/girl/non-gender-specific-entity-of-interest is paying attention!” regardless of any particular interest on the part of the thinker. We’re all giant bags of self-conscious need. With legs.
Weird question time! Do I know you?
I am FAIRLY certain we are friends in real life (because how else would you have found my tumblr but my facebook, or maaaybe my twitter) but I CAN'T TELL WHO YOU ARE FROM YOUR PICTURE. You look vaguely enough like people I know for me to be all, "whaaa?" but that STUPID LENS FLARE. Blerg.
Is that you, Patrick? Leah? Patrick and Leah at the same time? Is that why you don't like Pennsylvania?
(If you don't know me, that's cool too. I just figured I'd ask.)
Not a weird question! Kind of a standard internet-safety question. But weird answer time!
We aren’t friends in real life, nor do I live in California. Or in the United States. If we -have- met in Real Life (dun dun), I’m not aware of it, so that would be really weird… Now I’m not really sure about anything anymore.
Anyways, I read Questionable Content all the time (as you may have caught from my account name), and I’m fairly certain that I found your tumblr through your twitter exchange with Jeph. I think. Or some entirely other crazy random happenstance. And then I totally got an internet crush on your blog because you post hilarious things and I am entertained by them.
And finally, the lens flare picture is because I’m going to make this an online journal about OCD, and while I’m fine with having it, it’s not exactly something you want random people on the street to be thinking about if they meet you.