Prompt 26 – Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
It’s Not A Problem, I Swear (Locked Away In This Prison)
It needs to be just right! It must be right! That is all my thoughts scream at me. No matter what I’m doing. I could be falling down a flight of stairs and that’s all I’ll be concerned about – falling perfectly. Why does it have to be right? I wish that just for a minute I could turn my brain off, and not have to hear it scold me for leaving something crooked. I hate getting up in the mornings. I hate going to work. They all stare at me. It’s like I’m a zoo animal! Is fixing up my desk such a big deal? They do it on purpose. When I leave, I know they go through and mess everything up. That’s why I need to fix it. And shopping! Oh, shopping is much worse. The public is such a cruel place to be. But I’m human, just like them! There’s nothing wrong! I’m just a bit more…conscientious about, well, everything. I swear it’s not a problem. Sometimes, I may feel a little trapped, but don’t we all. There isn’t anything wrong. Nothing is wrong…
I don’t actually know what OCD is like, so if I got it wrong, I’m sorry. This is short, and it feels more like a rant than anything. I hope to come back to this and to fix it up at some point during the future. What do you think?