I hereby officially reject all symptoms of the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I don’t appreciate losing time and energy every day to a useless cause, nor do I enjoy being viewed as a mental midget by society. For people with OCD, each step forward is coupled with two steps backward. I’ve decided that I won’t be troubled any longer.
For about ten years I’ve been tormented by obsessions and compulsions. The trouble I’ve gone through checking and rechecking my things, counting things that don’t need to be counted, and fulfilling pointless rituals has taken a toll on my life – at least a small one. My grandma also has OCD, though her case should be considered much worse. In retirement though, she appreciates the time she spends going through meaningless routines as a way for her to keep occupied (or so she says). I, on the other hand, cannot afford to waste time with such ridiculous processes. Every time I pause to count the number of words on a street sign, or stop to re-scrub an already clean surface, I burn precious daylight. Highly compulsive, I easily become psychologically addicted to anything from mini-rituals like jaw clenching to Tylenol. Wasted time compiles as quickly as my frustration with myself for acting like a moron, often in public. I wish I could exchange this distracted lifestyle for a focused one, but little can be done about such a deeply rooted issue.
So I write to inform you of my resignation. You wax and wane over long periods of time, but never seem to completely disappear. From the eighth grade to ninth grade you brought my social life to a screeching halt. Through my junior year, you cost me hours of sleep on top of those I lost to homework. You seem to be taking it easy on me now, but I expect you’ll be back before too long. Thanks, I guess, for keeping me highly organized and tidy, but I’d prefer that you leave. Maybe go bother Rebecca Black or Sarah Palin? I heard that they’ve been looking for something to do.
David Newton
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