This is QUITE DIFFERENT, but has given me HORRID FLASHBACKS to a situation I was in once.The thing is, I love it when people send me clips to watch at my leisure, but to do it in PERSON and throw me into the live reaction ring is just too much pressure.
OCD is not consistent or logical, so if they do actually have OCD then that behaviour does make sense!People who have selective OCD on cleanliness. e.g. their personal space is pristine but they are OK leaving communal areas like a rubbish dump. Or obsessiveness about bathroom surfaces being so clean you can eat your dinner off them, but nowhere near the same care in the KITCHEN.
Just please be consistent and logical.
I don't even think it IS OCD, people who have "things" about cleanliness try to say it's OCD but I know actual OCD is a proper psychiatric condition. The other types of people are just selfish cunts who don't want to pick up after themselves.OCD is not consistent or logical, so if they do actually have OCD then that behaviour does make sense!
Haha, what the fuck?!This is QUITE DIFFERENT, but has given me HORRID FLASHBACKS to a situation I was in once.
One of the health centres I used to work at decided several years ago that it was going to host ART for the summer. A few pieces in the waiting room, others in the corridors. I'd seen the senior partner at the Arnolfini gallery here only a few weeks before, and I think because of that he thought I was one of the COGNOSCENTI. He insisted that he show me one piece they had decided not be opened to patients, only staff. He took me to one of the consulting rooms, which had mattresses on the floor, proceeded to lie down, and encouraged me to lie beside him. There was then a projection onto the ceiling of a young woman, completely naked, being lowered into a bath of milk, and then lifted out again. I led there watching in utter discomfort, probably only for about five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Then at the end he told me that the woman was his daughter.
I don’t think I've ever felt so awkward or lost for words in my life.