Holy crap, I really do have OCD! →[More:]Not that I ever doubted it -- on a purely intellectual level at least. But for whatever reason, I've been taking stock of my OCD behaviors, and I've discovered that they've infiltrated nearly every part of my moment-to-moment existence. They don't keep me from leaving the house, but they do affect things like my breathing patterns, walking patterns, things I say/don't say, how I pick up objects, all sorts of unnecessary glances and gestures . . .
And I wonder why I have panic attacks! I live, moment-to-moment, in perpetual fear that any trivial thing I might accidentally do could cause terrible things to happen. No, I don't really believe it, but a part of my psyche reacts as though it's true.
I guess we all do this some degree -- that's where superstitions come from. But imagine that some part of your psyche is inventing new, random superstitions all the time . . .
Anyhow, the anxiety-ridden part of me tells me to close the browser before I have a chance to hit Post, but I think I'm gonna hit Post anyway.