Day 22 of the blog writing challenge brings us “compulsively.”
Check my text messages.
Did I lock the door?
Do I have a booger?
Wear only velor.
Time to wash hands.
Don’t step on a crack!
Can I miss ONE post?!??
Nicky, CUT ME SOME SLACK!
(and Mike, but the damn thing wouldn’t fit)
Compulsiveness. What do I do compulsively? Not much, really. When adsense was big, I would check that compulsively. Every time I walk out of a public restroom, I check my shoe for toilet paper. Compulsive? TECHNICALLY, I am KNOWN for walking out of public restrooms with a TP train… so maybe I get a pass on that one.
When I sneeze, I do a tiny sign of the cross with my finger… yea, that not only is compulsive, it is kinda crazy. Oh! And I hold my breath when I drive over a state border. AND I do “Popeye!” and kiss my hand, then touching it to the top of my car when I see a vehicle without a headlight. Well, it DOES add another year of life to your car, you know.
Apparently, there is a fine line between old wives tales, superstition, compulsiveness and INSANITY.
I am completely insane.