With age my OCD-like rituals are gradually becoming worse and increasingly embarrassing for everybody involved. I am little by little turning into a mix of Jack Nicholson in "As Good As It Gets" and Dustin Hoffman in “Rain Man”.
As an example I had prepared a fat binder for our trip to Paris including cute little obsessive lists such as a timed schedule and associated checklist, a Paris subway map with little annotations on each stop, copies of my passport and my credit card agreement as well as various Menus collected from the internet of restaurants I was planning to dine at. I even designed a cute colorful cover for it. I tried to hide the binder from LL at the bottom of my luggage but eventually I got busted as I would check it often to decrease my anxiety while in Paris. I might also have snapped a little when LL’s fragile health threatened the implementation of my little calendar of activities and I shouted “WE HAVE TO FOLLOW MY TIMETABLE” at him as they were plugging his life-supporting machine.
If you put that in perspective with my nasty little habits such as preparing my bag every weekday evening, purchasing the exact same grocery items from Safeway every week, reproducing every night Hebrew characters I can’t read, repeatedly cutting my arm with scissors and blaming Olliver-D-LE-CHAT for it, as well as my distaste for last minute plans, a mild agoraphobia and a tendency to repeat weird sentences to LL over and over again such as “could we form a team?”, “Merry Christmas to you and your entire family” and “I would like to sell you to the Gypsies”, you’d also come to the conclusion that I am beyond nerdy. Running out of orange juice or astringent, starting the day without my ridiculous “to do” list or being invited to a dinner at the last minute plunge me in a state of panic these days whereas I used to cope much better in my youth.
Perhaps I’ll start Yoga in 2006.
In other news, most of my friends have expressed a huge disappointment in learning that LL’s meeting with my family went so well and that he did not suffer any injury to the lower abdomen nor was his left arm arm bitten off by a relative. I’d like to apologize for the lack of drama: we’ll try to amend ourselves next year when we bring to Paris our adopted Korean baby.
FHC's amazing "literature pearls" are back!
Posted by: Frederico C | Monday, January 09, 2006 at 04:54 PM
Back? Do you mean they'd left?
Posted by: LL | Monday, January 09, 2006 at 05:13 PM
Maybe you should go to church more often. You could light a candle to the Patron Saint of OCD. I'm sure he exists.
Posted by: Damien | Monday, January 09, 2006 at 08:07 PM