I recently blogged and made light of OCD.
I’ve been obsessing about that blog. Perhaps I shouldn’t have made light of OCD. I’m not even sure what I’m obsessing about, but I’m definitely obsessed.

I read all the forums even though I don’t post much. (I’ve challenged myself to have more blogs than posts, just because I’m obsessed with blogging)
In the forums, people are really obsessed with the whole idea of OCD, and that it is negative.

Truly, it can be. If it interferes with your life and relationships, it’s a problem. If you can’t have a job or won’t speak to your partner because they’re wearing a shirt with an odd number of polka dots, then it’s a problem. If you’re washing your hands until the red raw skin flakes off, it’s a problem.

Life is so tenuous, so iffy. To some, it seems like we’re invincible, but once you reach a certain age, or have suffered through some nasty experiences, you realize that you’ve...