The Directive Cometh

Now that I’ve started eating oatmeal in the mornings, I eat oatmeal in the mornings.

Sounds innocent enough, doesn’t it?

A ‘Well done!’ and a peppy pat on the head in order, right?

Wrong.

This is me, we’re talking about. The dame of dysfunction.

Now, eating oatmeal is becoming a directive.

You know, a ‘thing.’

My OCD loves a ‘thing.’

It eats ‘things’ for breakfast.

Apropos in this case.

I wonder how folks in straitjackets eat oatmeal?

Oh, the mysteries I will solve in my insanity.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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