i think i have ocd. i was already late for the interview thing at school, and i went back to check if i had unplugged anything that needs unplugging. disaster-in-mind beats punctuality. not the first time. there was this one night when alanah and i were having dinner, or jogging maybe, and i dragged her to my house just to check. everything was unplugged, by the way. everytime.
the consolation (and sometimes i do believe this): there is a disparity between one's idea of oneself and what one actually is. alcoholics don't know they're alcoholics, those who think they're crazy probably are not, there's your story. so i have ocd, haha. i keep writing ocd, watched every episode of arrested development, that's why.
reminded me of a classic introduce-yourself-piece. people keep telling other people they're oc. the only intro that would rival that would be i'm non-conformist. big hellooo to that. and then there are the first conversations where everyone has to look smart. would usually start with i love books/i read books/i'm a bookworm. then a perky what books do you read exclamation points. then the answer: the da vinci code/the bible.
not stopping. i once had this conversation with someone who told me she's a big tennis fan. of course i asked her who her favorite player is (singular, the answer should be roger federer).
si, ano na nga pangalan nun? yung maganda?
sharapova? vaidisova? hantuchova? (started enumerated the -ovas)
di eh (long pause) ah, si kournikova.
vulgar, i know. and i pretend too. but please!
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