It's OK to be OC.

I am a self-confessed OC to a certain point at a certain degree.  I have noticed that since I was in grade school. I remember one time, my siblings cracked up laughing when they saw me cleaning the house already at 3am. Er, frightening? 

According to WIKI, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, worry; by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety; or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions. Symptoms include excessive washing or cleaning (speaking of me?); repeated checking; extreme hoarding; preoccupation with sexual, violent and religious thoughts; relationship-related obsessions; aversion to particular numbers; and nervous rituals such as opening and closing a door at certain number of times before entering or leaving the room. Although these signs are present in OCD, a person who exhibits them does not necessarily have OCD. 

This kind of disorder affects children, adolescents, and even adults. However, this is not the kind of disorder to be feared and be ashamed of. As a matter of fact, the phrase obsessive-compulsive has become part of our everyday drama and has been widely accepted. Who haven't been called OC anyways? Thus, a person who seeks for perfection and meticulous is commonly associated with OCD. Girls who are so obsessive with how they look belong. Even boys who love to collect kicks, cars and women also fall under the OC spell. So I guess, everyone's OC in a certain manner. Hahaha.

Last night I had an OC attack, and here's the proof:

I was actually buying ingredients for a dish and I unconsciously got this instead. Lols. Just kidding! I planned to get this way before yesterday. :)









http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder