So let’s all take a step back, take a deep breath, unclench, and behave. I’m exhausted. Tornadoes, floods, wildfires, snowstorms, pandemics, democracy teetering on the brink and what do I do? Vacuum. Endlessly. Lint roll the upholstery. I lint roll the dog. I do laundry and dishes. Conduct frequent covid home tests, which involves sniffing … Continue reading : the crazier it gets, the more compulsive I become :
Tag: ocd
: the third law of motion :
According to Isaac Newton (I call him Mr. Gravity), there are three laws of motion. Two of them -- inertia and acceleration -- are irrelevant here. The third one, however, is driving me to distraction. It’s the one that says for every action there’s an equal and opposite reaction. Forces, you see, come in pairs. … Continue reading : the third law of motion :
: 1 + 1 + 1 + so on = cuckoo :
I know, that doesn’t make sense, but I can explain if you’ll bear with me. Nobody in their right mind goes looking for trouble. No one in their wrong mind does either and that includes me. I was simply looking up fun facts to kill some time (People don’t sneeze when they’re asleep). Useless trivia … Continue reading : 1 + 1 + 1 + so on = cuckoo :
: the weight of the undone :
Do I look shorter? I feel shorter. And dog-tired. Not from working, but from shirking. I haven’t so much as lifted a finger lately. Therefore, I’m staring straight into a growing mountain of drudgery (dishes and laundry and vacuuming, etc.) and all I want to do is crawl in bed and close my eyes. At least … Continue reading : the weight of the undone :
: hello, I’m a mental hoarder :
All right, back up. What? It’s true. After all my chatter about compulsive behavior, the cleaning and straightening and tidying, I've decided to disclose my secret life as a hoarder. Sue me, I’m full of contradictions. The disarray I find so distasteful in the physical world I seek in the cerebral realm. My head is … Continue reading : hello, I’m a mental hoarder :
: uh-oh, here’s a red flag :
Ladies and gentlemen, something has come unraveled. And I’m afraid it’s, you know, me. Guess what I found myself doing yesterday. Straightening the magazines at Barnes & Noble. And that was after I’d sorted out the greeting card mess. Behavior like this is a symptom, isn’t it? Of OCD or something worse. Maybe not the … Continue reading : uh-oh, here’s a red flag :
the whirly girl 