I don’t live well with people. Case in point: intrusive thoughts.
My OCD lends itself more to intrusive worries than intrusive
one-liners. Stub my toe and I’ll obsessively check my foot for signs of
gangrene for a week. Seriously. And this is when I’m all cuddled up safely in
my hermit lodge.
Put me in a “living with people” situation and my mind turns to
intrusive clusters of words. Yesterday’s was “Voice Over Internet Protocol.”
???
Yeah. And this bad boy didn’t just play in the background like a song
that gets stuck in your head. It arrived plastered on the side of a semi-truck that
parked itself just beyond my nose. It then refused to move for hours. I must
have repeated that stupid phrase thousands of times.
Over and over and over.
Again and again and again.
Give me gangrene over VOIP any day… and, wow, doesn’t that sentence right
there put a pretty red bow on my lunacy?
I am so ridiculous.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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