Listening to Katy Perry-E.T.
So I read this article about celebrities with OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) which I found online. Ok fine you got me. I search for it. Whatever. I dunno. I’m so interested with this type of disorder la lately. But enough with my obsession with obsessive disorder, let see what I got from the internet.
Cameron Diaz – she admits to scrubbing her home scrupulously and wash her hands ‘many times’ each day. Not just that, she also open the door with her elbows so that she don’t have to touch the ‘germ-infested’ doorknob – which she later claimed that she’s not afraid of germs, she’s just “not into other people’s fluid.” That’s weird. I heard she love to have sex. ZING!
"Eek! Other people's fluid!!"
David Beckham – Thia one is interesting. David has an obsession with geometry. Hears what Posh got to say about that: “If you open our fridge, it’s all coordinated down either side. We’ve got three fridges – food in one, salad in another and drinks in the third. In the drinks one, everything is symmetrical. If there’s three cans of Diet Coke, he’d throw one away rather than having three – because it has to be an even number.” I’m never a big fan of sports (especially soccer) but, oh how I adore him now…
Leonardo Dicaprio – Something about obsession with cracks on pavement and how he always come late to the movie set because he kept re-tracing his track to avoid the crack yadda yadda yadda… Three words: “Fix your alarm-clock” (that’s one word) or “Get a car” and maybe “Public transportation… dude”.
And there’s a lot more like Alec Baldwin with his obsession with cleanliness and Billy Bob Thorton and his repetition obsession and Jessica Alba being perfectionist..
Growing up, I never knew what OCD is. I don’t even care. I even once thought OCD is obsessive-CALCULATIVE disorder (which mean someone yang berkire nak mampos. Until my beloved English teacher, Miss Loh, told me that ‘berkire’ in English is ‘calculating’ not ‘calculative’). I developed an interest in it when I did this horoscope thingy that said I am OCD and anal (no, that’s not a sexual term, you dirty b**tard) and bitchy (I love that one) yadda yadda yadda. And then I watch Desperate Housewives, where I met my OCD role-model/idol, Bree Van Dee Kamp. And then I search la the whole internet to know about this whole OCD thingy.
OCD is an anxiety disorder with two characteristics. First, people with OCD have recurring unwanted thoughts (obsessions), usually of something they find disturbing or not at all in their character. It’s common to have an obsession about germs or contamination, or of not having properly locked their doors so burglars can’t get in, but it’s also common to have thoughts about something terrible happening to their families, about hurting or even killing someone, doing something forbidden in a religion they strongly believe in, or any other undesirable idea. Second, these people think that doing some certain ritual will get rid of the danger. It could be washing hands, keeping their house in perfect order, checking that the door is locked, thinking certain words, avoiding odd numbers, or just about anything imaginable. Doing this compulsion doesn’t make the thoughts go away for very long, so the ritual is repeated.
The simpler version is, you obsessed with something (usually something bad), you keep doing this ritual again and again (compulsive) so that that bad thing won’t occur, am I right?
One of the reason I’m interested in this stuff because I think I might develop some sense of OCD myself. OCD is closely related to anal-retentiveness – a disorder that make you wanna feel a sense of control over everything; everything must be well-planned, organized, neat and stuff. I, too have some signs that I might be anal. That sounds weird.. Anyway.
I like small houses so that I can have control of all the spaces (by this, I mean I don’t like it when DUST or DIRT takes control of those spaces), I don’t like to fall in love because I have to have a sense of control of my feelings (you know when you love someone kejap you feel sad la) and I like everything to be certain and according to plan. I plan my wardrobe, my daily chores (although I find it hard to follow them), my financial, the position of stuff I put in every pocket on my jeans, position of the money in my wallet and so on.I also love things to be neat and organized. I think I can imagine what kind of teacher I’m going to become…… Hehehehe.
Now lets talk about OCD. When I walk alone (anywhere, anytime. Even in broad daylight) I will repeatedly watch my back, or in other words, pandang belakang la… Like that movie one. Why? Because I fear someone, for no or maybe some reason, will attack me from the back and slit my throat. That’s why I always check my back, like, every five seconds to see if anyone is following me. Hahahaha. Sounds funny right? What? You LOL-ed? Well don’t LOL now.. LOL when THAT happens to you, b*tch! Then I can give you my bitchy, cold and everly-irritating ‘I told you so’…
I also repeatedly check my grammar when I wanna post something here or on my Facebook because I’m afraid people will laugh at me when I do some grammar or spelling mistakes. Often I stop halfway (like giving up) because I know there was something (sound) wrong in my sentence but I dunno what. So daripade kene gelak baik takyah post langsung kan? Or maybe I can write in Malay like I just did. 😄
Then when I sleep at night, I prefer to turn the lights on. I’m neither a green-offender (both the environment and the ka-ching:because my mom is the one paying the electric bills. Hehehehe) nor I am afraid of the dark (pfft!), I just like to be certain of stuff. Imagine you’re in the dark, then you see something moving. Because you’re in the dark you won’t know what is it. Is it a ghost? A burglar? Your stalker? Or maybe your stalking mom who reads your diary when you’re asleep? Then what should you do? Scream, “Help! Burglar!”? Scream all those jampi serapah? Or scream, “Mom…..”. Get my point? So if you turn the lights on, you can be certain of what is that thing moving so you can scheme your plans right away on what to do. Like should you call the cops or the shaman or the locksmith to change the lock of your door. Convince enough? Or do you still think I’m just afraid of the dark? Ok. Fine. Maybe a little.
Maybe that’s all I can think about right now la. I love to clean too. I wash my clothes frequently. Not because I’m afraid of germ or “other people’s fluid”, I just don’t like to see my dirty clothes all bundle-up like Mountain Everest one.. Living in hostels, I also don’t like to use the PUBLIC washing machine. That one probably because I’m afraid of germs and “other people’s fluid”…
I’m sorry you have to read all this crap I wrote (no I’m not. No one force you to read it, b***h!). Mind all my fouls language ya. Hahahaha. My point is, if you think you need to seek help from the experts (like psychiatrist and stuff) then go. Don’t be ashamed. But if you still have everything under control (ahem, like me) and it doesn’t bother or disturb or interfere or mess up your whole life (which is ironic since OCD sufferer usually wants everything to be perfect. Perfect=not messed up) then maybe it’s okay kowt.. But don’t blame me when thing become worse in the future. Who told you to listen to my advice? I’m no psychiatrist, you poops!!
Go see a f**king psychiatrist, you b**ch!! Muahahahahahaha!!