I blame my parents

The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder


It started with a simple affection for counting and
the terror it induced in others, didn't it?
But now it's turned into a full-blown
life-consuming chaotic nightmare of order,
repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism.
You used to be so grand, but now you find
yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest
things--like, maybe if you don't check the
light switch at least once every two minutes,
the electricity will go out (and damnit, you're
a vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), or
maybe if you don't wash your hands until your
seams are coming out, you'll get some fatal
disease. Get yourself some treatment.


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Me? Obsessive compulsive? Let's see...my dad eats everything in perfect squares (really--it throws him off if he has to eat something round). He organizes his cutlery before he eats. And my mom spends her life making sure that her house is absolutely spotless. Should this come as a surprise to me? Forget that--I'm gonna go reorganize my stash and update the stash spreadsheet in my Palm Pilot.