TV

So, I was watching New Moon (don’t judge, just love me for it). Actually, I was watching some deleted scenes and in one the main character has been lost and her dad puts her in bed after she’s found. It’s very sweet. That’s not what I saw.

When he lays her in bed, he puts her in the wrong way, with her feet on the pillow, head at the end of the bed. I was watching this with a friend and I know for a fact that this meant nothing to her except for any storytelling value it may have had. For me, it started the OCD screaming. She had her shoes on and they were not only on the bed, but on her pillow! She had not just her clothes on in bed, which is hard enough for me, but she had her jacket on. When I pointed this out to my friend, she said, yeah but she was just on the dirt and that’s not as big of a deal for you. Well, she’s right. But the OCD countered with the fact that that jacket goes everywhere, to school, to the mall, out into the world of germs and now it was in her bed!

This is what it’s like for me to watch tv or movies or read books. I don’t just see the story, I see the OCD. When someone puts their feet up on a couch, I notice. When someone picks something up off the floor and just moves on, I see it. I’ve been watching Bones lately (love it!) and I notice when they touch something gross and they pull one of their lamps over. And I wonder, do they touch that later?

I guess I’m trying to show that OCD isn’t just something that I do. It’s how I see the whole world.