As my OCD progressed, I became less lazy in a lot of ways. For example, once we finally got a new dishwasher, I didn’t want my parents to do it anymore. I was still way too lazy to do the washing part of dealing with clothes, but I always took my own clothes out of the dryer. Aside from wanting to help out my parents, I also didn’t want them to touch stuff I would need to wear or eat out of… Obviously I would still wash off dishes and utensils before I used them, since you never know whether there will still be soap or other stuff on them. Continue reading →

I resisted the urge to try kissing myself, since it was pointless, and left the bathroom. Although I could go into great detail about how I walked on the balls of my feet, only touched things with specific hands and explain every little weird thing I did on the way out… I don’t have that kind of time. Besides, it’s pretty redundant at this point. Continue reading →

“So yeah, I had a creepy dream about being experimented on. Doesn’t really prove much… But if I was the seventy-seventh person, there might be lots of other people out there who suddenly woke up with a complete stranger in their bed. Maybe I can find one of them that was stupid enough to make a forum post somewhere and talk about their experiences so far?” Continue reading →

Ana pushed down on the lid with her right hand, closing it with a popping noise, before running over to the sink and washing her hands again. Then she walked over to the kitchen table and picked up that big red mug by its black handle, before drinking a bit from the straw. Continue reading →

“Ugh…”

“Well that was a mistake.” Continue reading →