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Monday, April 11, 2005
Psssst--Don't Tell Anyone
In a moment, I’ll disclose something about myself that I’ve never told a soul. Not because it’s shameful or icky or anything—just not important enough to warrant one-on-one human conversation. But that’s the beauty of blogging! NOTHING is too trivial!
So, drum roll please…
The truth is, I have a wee bit of what’s called OCD. Obssessive Compulsive Disorder.
No, I don’t wash my hands a billion times a day, and I don’t have a home full of garbage.
What I do is count. I don’t count things. I just count. One, two, three, four, five…always to either a hundred or a thousand depending on the situation. Now, before you think I’m weird, hear me out.
My counting falls into two categories: time killer and decision maker. For example, I’m sitting at a red light and it’s taking forever to turn green. I say: “Bet it turns green before I can count to a hundred. One, two, three….”
I’m waiting to be called at the doctor’s office. “One, two three…”
I’m waiting for the movie to start. “One, two, three…”
But, most of my counting falls in the decision-making category.
How long to suds my hair when shampooing? “One, two three…”
How long to run the blow dryer? “One, two three…”
Try this: You’re lying in bed on a Saturday morning and nothing urgent awaits you. How do you decide the perfect moment to get up? Count to a hundred and if getting up still doesn’t look appealing, no problem. Just start over and do it again. Do it until you’re so bored with counting, getting up looks preferable.
I don’t wear a watch, so when necessary, I rely on the thousand count instead of the hundred. For example, I’m in a bar waiting for someone who’s late. “If so-and-so doesn’t get here in the next minute, I’m leaving. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…” and so on to a thousand.
My little game is not without rules: if I count too fast and realize I’ve skipped over numbers, I must start over. And, I can never quit before reaching the end because it would be bad luck.
Don’t get me started on superstitions.
as long as you don't count at romantic moments....using noisy bed springs as a reference point...for example
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