Usually when I'm at school I always have to be drawing on something. Not just like doodling, I mean it's really hard to stop. And if there's no paper to draw on I'll use anything. I was having a minor panic attack in class the other day (I've mastered keeping my attacks totally hidden, people can never tell), and there was no paper in front of me so I wound up drawing all over my jeans. But before that I'd considered my skin, the table, everything that I could potentially get my hands on. I know a lot of people draw on themselves or they're clothes, but this is compulsive; I feel like something bad will happen if I don't draw. However, honestly I don't mind this habit much. I'm planning on majoring in art so in a way you could consider it practice.
Besides that I pace, keep my room really neat (if something seems out of place, I can't do anything until its fixed),watching the clock, playing with my hands when I'm not drawing, jiggling my leg, clenching my jaw, and reading everything I see.
I'm pretty sure that's all of the big ones.
I should amputate my arms.
The moral of this story is: never talk to muffin trees.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”
Quit doing the titty dance!
iloveyouguys wrote:I can't drink tap water. I just can't fucking do it.
I can't either. I don't like drinking water period. Unless it is a hot day or something, and the water is cold, will I sip at it. I know it's not good but drinking water really does make me feel sick right after.
I ship: Stan/Cartman <3
Sharon: What is it honey? (gasp!) My baby's killed again!
Haa, I love that line.
Well we can start with South Park. I'm somewhat obsessed with Stan, and Stan's relationship with Kyle.
I've been a radio geek all my life. Everything I do revolves around radio. You know, AM/FM radio. I watch South Park, I find some way to tie it to radio. I take a walk, I do radio in my head.
I have to do the sign of the cross and count to 8 everytime I walk in and out of my house.
I have to have something between my knees when I sleep. Usually that's a blanket or a pillow.
I have to pray at Midnight.
I have to read a bible verse at 2AM.
Certain things have to be in certain orders.
There's others but I won't go into them.
I'm on Zoloft for the OCD. If I was not on the Zoloft, I probably wouldn't be posting this right now. It's a very disabling disorder when not treated. It can ruin and take your life hostage.
Also, I always keep money bills in the left back pocket of my pants, and coins in the little rigth one. Money has to be stacked by value from the biggest to the smallest, facing up, bills folded once so the smallest bill is exposed, and put in my pocket so that the face of the character on the bill is facing away from my ass.
When I'm feeling bad, I must not step on lines. If I'm feeling good I just don't care.
Pictures on walls must be perfetly leveled.
There are others.
It's not as bad as it seems when you read this. I learned to control this obsessions, cause, as kfgg said, they can take your life hostage.
I pick/trim my hair, especially my nose hair I know it's gross but I cannot breathe if there is a lot of hair around there. I have an ugly obsession with hair....I have it all over my body (back too!) but can't get rid of it. I've learned to tame it...sorta.
I also used to bite my "pointer" finger when younger...somehow it reduced my stress
On a lighter note....I have to check my alarm clock constantly before school because I dread being late due to oversleeping...multiple alarms set as well, cause I never get up on the first!
I'm biting my nails as I read that...got no nail scissors with me to cut them with!
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