Was feeling a little less than sharp today. I needed brain food, badly. So I opened a can of tuna fish. It's not on my diet, but what the heck... it's a healthy thing to eat.
Ate some tuna fish. Found some white, unidentifiable substance in the can with the fish. Figured it was fish fat or something.
Then the OCD started churning.
Churn.
Churn.
Churn.
And I became convinced that, since it was white, it was something else! Something that was most certainly NOT supposed to be in my can of tuna fish!
I probably never should have watched Fight Club. Uhm, no, nevermind... I would have thought of this w/o having had watched Fight Club.
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My wife laughs at me because I can't eat bread once I've suspected it of even considering the idea of one day potentially becoming slightly moldy. She says, "I can't see ANYTHING wrong with this bread," and I said, "Yeah, but it's just that bad vibe -- it's on a road to Hell. Can't touch it."
Oh well. I'd rather be laughed at than eat bread-gone-wrong.
Love,
CheeseburgerBrown
Back in the 70s, my mum and her friend got a thing of takeaway chicken wings... and right at the bottom was a thing that was DEFINITELY not a CHICKEN wing...
I'm OCD. Obsess over everything. And once I get an obsession, I can tone it down if I work on it but never lose it completely. So whenever I get quite stressed they all come back at once and I start carrying out all these bizarre little rituals...
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