You know what displeases me? How one of my friends has OCD, so he thinks that he understands my OCD. Right. Okay. That's wrong.
So, the other day he and his girlfriend decided to appear at my flat out of the blue to say 'hi.' That's fairly normal for the two of them and so is okay. Then some random door-to-door religious group rang and I had to go handle it. Both of my mates know that I'm incapable of being rude (perfect manners are required…), and so that I would take a while. I said that I could meet up with them later or see them some other time, but they said that they'd wait. Well, I couldn't tell them to not wait nor could I keep people at the door waiting any longer, so I apologised and agreed.
Well, it just so happens that one of my friends has OCD. I'm not even sure that it can be called OCD as it's an isolated tapping obsession (i.e., only certain objects need tapping) that is little more than bothersome. Hm. Anyway, the point isn't whether or not -he- has OCD but the fact that he and his girlfriend both felt that they understood OCD so well (due to his apparently having it) that they would take it upon themselves to -shift things- while I was busy downstairs with the people at the door.
No. Not. Funny.
The cabinet doors are shiny. So, they left fingerprints and smudges on said doors. On purpose. And on the windows. Then they moved things by a few centimetres in random directions, switched objects grouped by colour and height into different groupings, folded a piece of paper at an odd angle and placed it on the floor near some corner (NO), and de-aligned all of the boxes from the centre of the cupboards. Right. So, if that weren't bad enough, they then proceeded to do really blatantly WRONG things like switching and tilting the matching pictures. I have a symmetry-thing. A really bad symmetry-thing. So, I have two copies of each picture on the wall in identical frames in identical positions. But, NO!
So, I come back up stairs and kind-of stand there because I don't know what to do (for reference I'm the only one in the flat–no one else has to put up with it this). My mates think that this is so funny that they fall over. And -broke my chair-. *fusses* Of course, this made me seriously ill and I ended up having to ask them both to leave (which is mortifying seeing as I shouldn't be so bothered by the things that I am). I couldn't get out of bed for half of the next day (which is just no good as it messes up the even-ness of the hours I'm permitted to be in bed for) and eventually… guh. Whatever. The point is that people I need to be polite to and that are generally kind did something so terribly inconsiderate because they felt that it would be fun. There is nothing 'fun' about messing with other people's conditions!
Not to mention not understanding the difference between a mild case of OCD such as his and an extreme case of OCD like mine. Worst case scenario for him is spending a few minutes tapping a jar lid. Worst case scenario for me is that I become ill and faint because… who knows? *laughs* It's too asymmetrical or incorrect or I made an error or I -am- an error (moreso than is average). Ergh. And I forgot what the point of this is so I'll have to post soon or I'll delete the post because it's too long (which it is), incoherent, poorly structured, lacks correct syntax, probably has flawed punctuation and is most certainly redundant…
Blah… right. So, quickly: this happened two days ago and all has been cleaned (despite the fact that I don't feel like it has, but hey) except for the chair. The broken chair. Since everything needs to be even it has a matching chair. One has an uneven supporting beam and the other does not. One has a mended crack and the other does not. I can't get rid of one chair without getting rid of the other chair or everything would be asymmetrical. I also can't get rid of my chairs or break and fix the other chair in exactly the same manner as the first (not that I should break a chair, but…).
Right. I don't even know what I was posting this for. A rant? Does anyone else know people who feel entitled to the understanding of all things OCD? If not, has anyone ever had someone mess with their OCD on purpose for laughs?
None of this makes any sense. Ergh… posting before it's deleted. My apologies if it's utterly unreadable.
P.s., Pardon my overly formal-sounding language. I've tried to avoid it, but it's another compulsion of mine…