Counts, Shoots and Leaves
When I was sitting in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen this afternoon while he prepared lunch I found myself absentmindedly counting the leaves on his geranium. It’s not unusual for me to start counting stuff like this when I have a spare moment.
I hadn’t planned sharing this information with anyone because it’s a habit I like to keep private. But while we were eating, I suddenly ticced:
“The geranium has 55 leaves.”
Leftwing Idiot laughed, looked across at me and said, ‘That’s true, isn’t it?’
And of course it was.
My OCD has recently dominated my life again, and i’m counting everything. This week, my average number of steps to my local shop is 3,566. I’d never told anyone that i count my footsteps until a couple of weeks ago, and now i’m contantly asked "how many steps was it from X to Y?", and it saddens me that i always know. But i can’t not count things.