OC-me

Since I can remember I have had an extremely peculiar mind. At the tender age of 8, at any given point I could tell you how many there was of anything around me. I counted everything...and I mean everything. Steps to the drinking fountain, number of cars in a parking lot, and tiles on the floor. 10 was the most beautiful thing on earth, everything about it was perfect. I counted it in my head. 1, 2, 3....10. I repeated this process hundreds of thousands of times over the course of my late elementary school life. I wasnt a social freak or anything mind you, I didnt sit around in my bedroom humming lullabys while contemplating my next flaying, I was just a normal kid.

Logic has always been my standout motive in every action, I have never said anything, done anything random, Its always premeditated and always thought over.

People that do strange things, from my point of view, have always bothered me the most. Its the things they say and the things they do that really prove the point "its the little things that bother you the most." I recall a time in my freshman year when a person sneezed on me in the hallway, this wasnt a girly little, ohhh excuse me sneeze. This was the atom bomb of mucus expullsion, and I was hiroshima. But at this time of my life, i was a disinfectant artist, and i was about to paint my masterpiece. I ran to the bathroom and began to to srub my face with a papertowel and about 50 squirts of soap.