Friday, May 28, 2010
I am obsessed (pun semi intended) with OCD. I find it insanely intriguing and I kind of wish I had OCD (I know, I know, It's not all I think it's cracked up to be). I like the idea I have of it, like Monk. If I could, I'd totally marry him and live in his perfect, clean house.
I realize these people hate their actions and it's not a fun thing to live with but I'm still very much interested.
I was just watching a new show on VH1 about it and so far it's very interesting. They have 6 people in the house and will be doing therapy and what not with them to help them work through their ocd.
I hate, hate, hate when people pull the OCD card though. It seems like everybody at some point says "Oh I'm so ocd" "yea I have ocd" when referring to one thing they do that's anal. I hate this. Being a neat freak or doing one thing in a certain order does not make you ocd. I have weird little things I'll do but I could never say I am ocd. Here are my weird behaviours:
-I like all things in the pantry, cupboards and fridge to be lined up, labels facing outward or at a certain angle.
-I like the closet to be organized by length of dress/ skirt. If I could figure out how to do that along with color I'd be very happy.
-Books in height order. Again, if I could figure out how to organize my books by author/ height/ color that would be awesome.
-Sometimes when I hear a word I have to spell it. Until I spell it I keep repeating it over and over.
-When I have a list of things to do I'll say them over and over in my head even after I've completed them.
So, there's my little dose of crazy (still, not ocd).