Get up.
Right foot touches the floor first.
Both feet on the carpet.
Right foot off first.
Tape measure - measure inches around stomach.
No increase. Good.
Bathroom.
Hold the toilet handle down for 1, 2, 3.
Get soap 1,2,3 times.
Turn tap 1,2,3 times.
Wash hands 1,2,3,4,5,6 seconds.
Turn tap 1,2,3 times.
Dry hands 1,2,3 times.
Step over the divide between rooms not on it.
Downstairs. Miss the last step.
"Morning Josh." Step over the divide into the living room.
"Morning Tyler, you hungry?"
"No, no, no." Have to decrease the inches around stomach.
"Okay." Wrong, wrong, wrong. Three times Josh. If it's one word reply you say it three times.
Panic. Shaking. Crying. Josh, Josh, Josh.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." That's better, I'm fine.
"I didn't mean to freak out." I really wish I was normal.
"It's okay, it was my fault. I love you."
"I love you too."
206 words.
So... that's basically me... except... I don't actually always cry when someone doesn't do the three word thing. I can generally just handle but its why I prefer talking to people over text because it's written down and it's okay when it's written down. I also don't have a Josh so my life sucks.
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1,2,3 OCD (Joshler)
FanfictionIt's hard to explain. Sometimes it's multiples of three. If you touch with one hand you have to touch with the other. Don't step on the cracks in the pavement. Fit things together like your life is Tetris. Measure the inches around your stomach and...
