Obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety, or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions. Symptoms of the disorder include excessive washing or cleaning; repeated checking; extreme hoarding; preoccupation with sexual, violent or religious thoughts;relationship-related obsessions; aversion to particular numbers; and nervous rituals, such as opening and closing a door a certain number of times before entering or leaving a room. These symptoms can be alienating and time-consuming, and often cause severe emotional and financial distress. The acts of those who have OCD may appear paranoid and potentially psychotic. However, OCD sufferers generally recognize their obsessions and compulsions as irrational, and may become further distressed by this realization.
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Ayo, Ssup?
I think my mom has been struck by OCD. By OCD I mentioned here, it stands for Over Care Disorder. Holy fuck. What the heck is that even?! It's okay, I got you, Buddy.
Over Care Disorder is an uncommon disorder for modern city people, usually struck conservative people. Just a little bit, symptoms of the disorder are like care too much for what others think, care too much for other people in not general way, talk too much about others like they have no life, and many more. They will love to take more than second look on others life. The acts of those who have OCD may appear in conservative way of thinking and put a barrier on everything. However, OCD sufferers most likely to not recognize that they do have OCD and will not recognize it. Even if they do recognize, they won't admit it and keep going.... or so I think.
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If you disagree then......... too bad that was taken from bernpedia. Make your own and write your thoughts there! Meh.
So back to the topic. Yeah, I think my mom got a serious case of OCD. No, no, not the clean freak one (well, although I think she has it in her too, like built-in feature). The OCD I'm talking about is the Over Care Disorder one. She has it.
She thinks way too much of what others think. Like for example >> her friend was at her age, wearing boots and shorts and tank top. In short, she dressed in gangster-ish. Then she came home, told me about how her friend's choice of outfit. "What did she think when she was choosing her outfit? She's not young anymore. Didn't she know that by picking that outfit, others will talk about her?" and whatsoever.
Mom, you know what? You worry too much.
She, the person herself, didn't care about it. So, why do you care to think of what will others think about her for her? Mom, you sure have more than 24 hours a day.
Why do I bother to talk about this? Why else? This will lead to my case! Well, will is somehow an understatement.
Today she found out that I pierced my ear again, it's the 6th. And she started to talk about how others think about someone who has more than 2 piercings (by two I mean is one on the left and one on the right). I will rewrite it.
First. Mom, I'm not influenced by anyone. It's my very own idea to pierced my ear this much. Don't blame others, they have nothing to do with this. It's my very own idea.
Second. Be my self? Are you sure? This is not even myself yet. If you tell me to be myself then I'll run into a tattoo parlor and tattoo my whole body like a yakuza. Okay, not my whole body, maybe.
Third. Do you think I'm a kid? Mom, I'm no more a kid. I'm not scared of blood nor pain.
Mom, you know what? You worry too much.
She, the person herself, didn't care about it. So, why do you care to think of what will others think about her for her? Mom, you sure have more than 24 hours a day.
Why do I bother to talk about this? Why else? This will lead to my case! Well, will is somehow an understatement.
Today she found out that I pierced my ear again, it's the 6th. And she started to talk about how others think about someone who has more than 2 piercings (by two I mean is one on the left and one on the right). I will rewrite it.
Do you think it's good to have more than two piercings? Do you think others will not think that you're a bad girl? You know, there's a time when my friends saw you and they began to ask, "Is that your daughter? She, you know, looks like a punk." and so. Don't be influenced by your friends! Be yourself! Think of what others will think of you if you're going to do something! One more piercing and I'll drill your ear. And don't even think to drop an ink on your body, wherever it is! I will bathe you in ink if you do!
First. Mom, I'm not influenced by anyone. It's my very own idea to pierced my ear this much. Don't blame others, they have nothing to do with this. It's my very own idea.
Second. Be my self? Are you sure? This is not even myself yet. If you tell me to be myself then I'll run into a tattoo parlor and tattoo my whole body like a yakuza. Okay, not my whole body, maybe.
Third. Do you think I'm a kid? Mom, I'm no more a kid. I'm not scared of blood nor pain.
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| Is it only me who thinks that this is a piece of art? |
So I told my mom that, I don't care about what others will think. They can think what they want, talk what they want. And here I am, giving zero fuck. They will talk about me because I am what they can't be. I don't want to think about what others will think and say about me. I don't have enough time to do it because I'm here already busy to think about myself. Think about myself is already hard thing to do, why would I bother to think about others? Duh. And, piercings and tattoos won't be the parameter of someone's life. Don't judge someone by their piercings, I quoted this from a friend of mine, and added -and by their tattoos. Just because I have piercings doesn't mean I rob banks, kill people, hijack the money truck, and else.
To my comment my mom said, "But we are social being, we have to think about others!" stress on the have, yes.
Here I think mom has another perspective about social being. For me, social being is we talk to others and care for others just enough, no less and no more. If we care too much, we'll be intruding to their private life, which I prevent to. I don't stick my nose to other's business, that's my other rule.
Last. You know that, right, mom? That I won't be living with you forever. One day I will leave the lair and starts living by my own. You still care for me, I know that you will, forever. But you can't write my life like a book, anymore. What you don't know is, one piercing for one lost hope. I've lost these much, so don't make me lost anything anymore.
Ciao,
Bern
