S.S.D.D.

Same sh*t, different day

I thought I have something to write about today but then there was this niggling doubt at the back of my mind that I have already touched on this topic somewhere, somehow. And true enough, after looking back through my previous entries, there it was, staring right back at me.

You know the feeling whereby you felt as if you have experienced the exact same situation before, with the exact same person at the exact same place and the exact same time? The sense of déjà vu never fails to amaze me.

However, recently, I have serious doubts that my ‘déjà vu’s are merely just, well, a feeling because of late, I felt as if my memory is failing me. The following are stuff that I do at the very least once every day and can repeat itself numerous times throughout the day:

(1) Before stepping out of my front door, I feel this urge to check whether I had actually turned off the iron. 9.5 out of 10 times when I checked, the iron has already been switched off but I still feel the need to re-check it before leaving the apartment.

(2) After getting out of my car and locking the doors, I will counter-check whether they are really locked by pulling one of the door handles. Even after this action, when I am 30 feet away from the car, I still feel the impulse to press the ‘lock/unlock’ button – just to make sure. Sometimes I even go to the extent of walking back to the car.

(3) I have this habit of leaving my mobile phone in the car and oftentimes while I’m driving, I will keep reminding myself not to forget it when I get out of the car. But still, it happens.

I’m quite sure that the world will not come to a screeching halt if I didn’t do any of the above actions one day and yet I feel really restless not doing them.

Good Lord, I think I may have OCD.

And before I bid adieu, a totally irrelevant quote, simply because I find it amusing:

“My wife is a sex object – every time I ask for sex, she objects.” – Les Dawson

Getting my head checked,