Self-Reflective Musings of a Compulsive Mind

Talking with my aunt about compulsiveness while cleaning up after dinner. Her assertion that, considering my genetic heritage, I come by it quite honestly.

I work at keeping it in check. And for this reason, losing the dayplanner is a good thing because I had been “relying” on it, in an obsessive-sense. And I’m not about to give up the blog and my renewed interest in writing, even though it has taken a somewhat compulsive turn. I find myself continuously rolling phrases around in my mind, absently, like sucking a candy.
Yeah, so I bequeath the planner to the OCD gods, in the hope they’ll let me keep the blog without it getting out of hand.
[Tracey, if you’re reading this, it’d still be supergreat if you could call the TTC Lost and Found office… *sigh* I know; it’s gone].

You may find yourself asking if my need to limit and control my compulsive behavior counts as, you know, compulsive behavior in and of itself.

And you can kindly shut the hell up.