"I have CDO. It's like OCD, except all the letters are in the right order - LIKE THEY SHOULD BE!"
Funny quote, eh?
I have often read in magazines stories of teenagers who feel they have to wash their hands a certain number of times. Or have to do the exact same amount of situps every day. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - everything must be right, perfect. The same. It's something I have never really understood - how people could go to such extremes. But then last night, I was looking at my bookshelf. Sure, it was unorganised, but by no means terrible. I couldn't resist it though. I walked to my bookshelf, pulled every friggen book off the shelves and organised them into different piles - a 'like' pile, a 'dislike' pile and an 'old' pile. I stacked them up so they fit properly and then yawned. Looking down at my watch, I realised it was 20 minutes to midnight ... what the hell was I doing? I hopped into bed. I realised my cupboard was slightly ajar. I got out of bed. I shut the cupboard. I zipped up my school bag so it didn't piss me off. I jumped back into bed and proceeded to stare at the ceiling for an hour.
It's all well and good for us to not understand why people do what they do, until we're doing the exact same things that they're doing.
Sorry. Not so uplifting.