Write down your obsessive thoughts or worries. Okay. This afternoon, as I was washing my spoon in preparation for lunch I recall feeling troubled by the prospect of detergent residue being left on my spoon even after a thourough rinse. How revolting it would be, the taste of dish washing liquid with rice. And so I rinsed the spoon a second time rubbing it over to ensure I felt some friction because you know friction is an obvious indicator of there being no detergent residue left behind. And then I put the spoon aside. Surely this in itself may be percieved of as a triumph in some degree. You shake your head in disapproval but if you were aware of my usual responses to the aforesaid worry you would most likely agree with me. You see what I did yesterday was this: I checked the bottom side of the spoon, and said under my breath bottom, then I checked the top and said top and lastly the handle...handle. Then I repeated the procedure a second time before I allowed myself any respite.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 07:33:24 +0000