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In America, we call my type a 'functioning alcoholic.' Basically, I pay my bills, never miss work, am good to my friends and family, but drink too much for the American standard.
Yes, I drink every day. I really don't pay much attention to what people say about it anymore. As I've gotten older, I've grown out of most of my problems. I'm still a little OCD, but not as bad as I used to be. I was one of those people who had to check everything three or for times before I left the house for work. My morning used to go like this. Did I put on deodorant? Do I have my wallet? Shit, what am I forgetting? Do I have my work badge? Did I eat breakfast? Are the cats fed? *checks clock* 12 minutes til bus comes... Wait, do I have my wallet? Better open it and see if my debit card is there... Keys! Fuck do I have the house keys? Oh wait, they're attached to my wallet chain Shit, where's my work badge? Back pocket, cool. Better put it around my neck so I won't forget I have it. Shit, did I put on deodorant? Wait, I should probably check the bus schedule again to make ABSOLUTE sure I know exactly what time it's coming? Do I have a few dollars for the vending machine? Fuck, that reminds me, I have my wallet, right? Shit, there's the cat. Did I feed her? *checks phone* 5 minutes til bus comes...maybe I should check the schedule again. *Leaves House* I should probably check to see if I locked the door... Fuck, I really need to get to the bus stop *runs to stop* Did I leave the coffee pot on? Shit, I hope I didn't throw my cigarette on some dry leaves. Did I remember to check a second time to make SURE I locked the door? I've really calmed down a lot. Most of the shit developed from trying to be perfect in every way. I developed the obsession myself, and time took care of it. Since I've realized I'm allowed to fuck up just like everyone else, I have a lot more peace of mind. I'm still probably a little too hard on myself when I do fuck up, but the crazy ass panic OCD syndrome has gone away almost completely. |
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Flayed: I totally get what you mean. I almost miss my bus every morning checking to make sure I have everything I need for school. I don't get to sleep every night making sure I have all my work done for the next day. I was in the habit of making a list at night of what I need to do in the morning and giving myself a schedule of how much time I get for each thing. That didn't work well because I would stay up so late every night double and triple checking that everything was on the list, then revising my time limits for each. Problem is, I can't take anything off that list, like not blow drying my hair, just cause I am in the habit of doing it all in that certain order. I also do weird shit like eat things in specific orders. When I eat a meal I eat vegetables, the potatoes etc. which is so time consuming that I force myself to mix up my plate before I eat. I also eat chips and stuff from smallest to largest, and popcorn is tricky to explain. I get in these strange moods where I have to do things in multiples of three, or cant stop doing something until I've done it a multiple of 3 times after I catch myself repeating an action. |
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I'm incredibly short I have violent tendencies I have a fear of losing things. |
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