My OCD is going to be the death of me. Obsessing about things to the point of ridiculousness. My lips are a mess, not because they are always chapped, but because I always rip the chapped skin off; I cannot stand the look and feel of chapped lips, yet I never remember to keep lip balm on them. And it irritates me if I don’t clear as much of the dry skin off as I can. I will waste precious moments peeling off dry skin so that none remains, so that my lips look smooth. I can’t even stand the thought of kissing someone when my lips are dry, I’m so sure that they would notice. Yuk.
My face is just as bad. Zits cannot stay on my face. I’ll be sitting at my desk, trying to nonchalantly pop a zit that is still buried too far underneath the skin to come out, but no matter, I will get it out, because I can’t stand for it to be there. It looks like I have freckles all over my cheeks and chin from years of scratching at my face.
And the list goes on and on …
Thanks ….
'We are all here to do what we are all here to do. I'm interested in ... the future ... and the only way to get there is together.' - The Oracle, Matrix Reloaded
A Monica Collins
A Programmer/Analyst I, IT-D21
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