The new guy at work asked me if I had OCD.
I didn’t know whether to be insulted or a little impressed that someone finally noticed, other than my boss, how precise and meticulous I was when I worked.
And ya know, didn’t write me off as a demanding bitch.
The more I think about past relationships with significant others and friends that have gone sour, and I mean really sit down and analyze them, I realize that it was always my fault. I blame that kind of a mixture of ignorance, pride, and selfishness. It kind of makes me sick.