OCD

So, I've had this conversation with my mom before... "I think I might have a slight case of OCD. Seriously." At any given point in my life, I have been slightly OCD about something or another. In high school, it was my school work. Seriously I obsessed over it. I always had everything done and for the most part it was always right. Maybe that's why I was pretty much a loser when I was in high school. Since being married the OCD's tendencies have changed. I know this is probably extremely hard for most of you to believe, but it's true. One of the funniest moments Patrick and I have had is when he noticed one night, while we were still living in our apartment, that, before I went to bed I went around and made sure all the light switches were all down. I'd work it just right so that all the lights were off and all the switches were down. It really bugs. I know what your thinking. Head case. Crazy person. "Coocoo's nest, coocoo's nest!" :) (That one's for you Josie!) I'm getting better. I'm not totally anxious about things that I used to be. Like the radio in the car. When I had my little Honda Civic, the volume on the radio was measured in numbers. I always left the volume at like 20, but Patrick turned it down one time to talk, which was totally fine by me untill he left it at like 9. Uh uh, not cool. I had to turn it down one more notch till it was on 8 (an even number). Phew! I know. I know. Say what you will but I'm working on it. I don't even care any more. Maybe that's because the G6 doesn't have numerical volume control, but what can you do!

I bring this up because every Friday, I'm gonna post about my OCD of the Week. Starting with this one. This week my OCD was actually a certain blog. I found it a week or two ago and read the whole thing from the very first post till now and was sucked in. I seriously would check it for a new post every single chance I got. I'm realizing now that being obsessed over someone elses sad love life is silly. Now, I know some of you read it too and know now that it's totally fictional. When I found that out, I wasn't mad. I was even more anxious that she'd stop writing. She didn't even finish the story. It's like watching a very intense, action-packed movie and the power going out like 10 minutes before the movie ends. You don't ever find out what happens and it tears you up inside! Thankfully, she's gonna keep going and finish. I'm so happy because it's such a heartfelt story. For a person with some anxiety issues, cutting the story off where she did could cause me some problems. Read it and you'll totally understand. Hopefully I can break the habit of checking it like 25 times a day. :)