check-ch-check, check, check, ch-check it out
if it weren't for my good friend and coworker, kristy, i might never have noticed that i exhibit some obsessive-compulsive disorder tendencies.
we were at a new staff tryout and i was organizing and reorganizing the paperwork in front of me, separating piles and moving pencils from one side to the other, situating all the points in one direction and the erasers in the other.
this weekend while in missouri, i was continually plagued with two thoughts:
- that the stove in my house was on and my cats were going to be poisoned
- that i accidentally shut one of my cats -- specifically casey's cat -- in the closet
i think that ocd may help me in some respects with my job -- i'm superduper organized, systematic, and methodical if i do say so myself -- but sometimes, the check-check-checking slows... me... way... down.
take this quiz -- how ocd are you? i scored a 19.
on the other hand, it might just be a case of reading about something and then ascribing that disorder to oneself. what's that called? yep, must have that. damn google search.