OCD is many different things. It changes, catering to your worries, dishing out random commands by the dozens.
I think you must be sorely mistaken. That lamp over there, in the home decor section? That is not just a lamp. On no, that is a sentient being with a mind of its own. Remember, it could damn you to hell if it wanted to. But, wouldn't you much rather not be damned to hell, even if it means spending a few extra minutes begging a certain light fixture's forgiveness and caressing each lampy part, even though your friend is calling, and people are beginning to stare?
Another conversation might go something like this:
OCD Me: Hey, why don't you touch the Cheez-Its box? You know you want to.
Other Me: I don't, actually, and you know what? I'm done with this whole touchy-feely thing.
OCD Me: It's calling you. Don't be rude.
Other Me: Go away.
OCD Me: By refusing to touch the cracker box, your entire existence has been altered. A bear mauling is in your future. Also, your parents will die alone.
Other Me: Please, no. Can we work something out?
OCD Me: Look, just touch the Cheez-its box.
Other Me: Fine.
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My Dear, Dear Friend, OCD
HumorOCD Me: Hey, why don't you touch the Cheez-Its box? You know you want to. Other Me: I don't, actually, and you know what? I'm done with this whole touchy-feely thing. OCD Me: It's calling you. Don't be rude. Other Me: Go away. OCD Me: By refusing to...
