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?
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.