5 lessons from a shitty weekend

I know I am near damn impossible to please, I have super high standards, set ideas, firm opinions, and a focused mind. I know what I want and I won’t settle for less (read: STUBBORN).

1. The shrink , my mother and my friends might be right after all – it’s highly likely that I have OCD.  I call it control issues.

“The Medic: You realise that you have an extreme case of OCD?
Me: Oh really?
The Medic: Yes, you just aligned the dirty mugs in the kitchen sink”

2. Mind-management taken too far could possibly just be stupidity.
3. I despise bad manners. Yes I do! Manners matter to me. In fact I am entirely anal about it.
4. I already have a short-attention span but blandness bores me tremendously. I simply can’t relate to bland people. I’m sure it could kill me.
5. Know thyself. (Before you commit to some heartless inattentive, non-listener that your beloved family will despise and your friends will avoid.)

2 Comments:

  1. Bad banners do suck, you’re right. I suppose you don’t like bad manners either :)

  2. Tiredness and speed is to blame for my blunder. But all fixed now. Real cute, Mr Gorton!

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