OCD

I don’t think I’ve actually got obsessive compulsive disorder, no. In fact, I definitely don’t; I’ve checked several hundred times now. I’m not really a perfectionist as such either. If I was I’d be a hypocritical one. That said, there are some areas in which certain details have to be just right, otherwise I’ll get genuinely a bit annoyed. None of it’s for superstitious reasons, but purely out of habit do I do it. Pedanticism in a grammatical sense is the main player, and in beautiful irony that I’m glad has come coincidentally and not through scripting, that lovely red zigzag line has slid itself beneath ‘pedanticism’ – indicating to me that it is not a word. Damn, it sounded good to me. Next time I’ll just stick to ‘pedantic antics’. Everyone loves a rhyme, right? My so called ‘Grammar Nazi’ ways are getting me nowhere, so where possible I do try to suppress the twattish urge to correct someone’s mistake or rant about their general display of embarrassing illiteracy. My weird OCD occurs in other places too though. For example, I have a seemingly insatiable desire for things to be symmetrical, I must have an even number of Facebook friends at all times, and I always find myself rubbing my face with my hand without even realising. Wait, if I always find myself doing it, then I of course must realise. What I mean is that for a period of time prior to the realisation, I would have been rubbing my face with my hand unconsciously – but I’m sure that you knew what I meant. I guess I had to correct myself there, didn’t I…?