today I realized how obsessive compulsive I can be.
I was sitting in 2nd hour, and I was constantly straightening my papers so that they were parallel with the table edge, organizing my binder, placing my 'name tent' at just the correct position on the fake wooden table so that I looked pleasant to my eye. and how I always have to write things in the same page format in my notebook, and rotate through the four colors of my pen (today was a black ink day. tomorrow will be green). then at dinner I noticed that the first thing I do when I sit is arrange my silverware perfectly perpendicular to the table edge, each piece going in its proper place-- just as we learned in second grade, and my knife always points to my drink and my napkin does under the (if it were a cartesian plane) second quadrant of my plate, with the top portion of the fork resting on top.
weird is just how I'd describe it. like, I'd never thought of myself as "OCD" before, but the more I thought about it I guess I am. I mean, I'll probably post and edit this post five or six times before I like the way it looks. I always do.
okay, enough with the examples. actually enough of this topic, I got my point across.
no need to obsess over it.
(on a related note, I've been really working on not saying 'acrosst' lately. I'm getting better)
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i think everybody had little things like that. i used to be pyscho and obsessed with the number 3. i would divide everything i looked at into three pieces. i turned things on my going "on, off, on" so it had 3 clicks. and i counted everything. but it was like... my way of coping with crazy life events. maybe it's a thing that people do to execute some control over their life. anyway. you're not that weird.
i have to push my chapstick down a certain way before i put the cap on and put it back in my pocket. but that's all? i can't remember.
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