Musical journey (155)

What's your OCD? Come on, you can tell me. Everybody has at least one!

People who know me will know that mine is the need to document every monetary transaction (and a growing list of other things) in my enormous spreadsheet that keeps getting bigger. In fact, I wrote about it here.

I know that "OCD" is a clinical term like "depression" and shouldn't be used willy-nilly but it's such a neat little acronym that sums up the unique idiosyncrasies that define each and everyone of us. That's what makes people interesting right?

In this age of AI, does computer programming suffer mutations as well and once in while create something so uniquely broken that can't be reproduced? We're human and having OCDs is proof that we're human We're all broken in some wonderful way so let's embrace our OCDs and celebrate them with this new composition!

[OCD]

Checking on the locks not once, not twice but three times
All these books just have to be facing the right side
Black with black, white with white, shit must be all aligned
You might think I'm out of my mind
Sometimes I think you're right

I don't let things get out of line
But they still do no matter how hard I try

Please don't diss me, criticise me
Just do right by me
It's not easy, I'm not crazy
Just let me be

I know you'll never understand
This will never end
So busy and so weary
Who can put me out of my misery

Cleaning, rinsing, scrubbing, washing, wipe after wipe
Decimal places for numbers have to be five
Every sheet, every tweet, has to be filed just right
Life has become such a grind
It's so not my design

There's no such thing as a compromise
There's nothing I will not over-analyse

Please don't diss me, criticise me
Just do right by me
It's not easy, I'm not crazy
Just let me be

I know you'll never understand
This will never end
So busy and so weary
Who can put me out of my misery

Need to find my own kind
Need to find those sick common ties that will bind
To be whole, get back in control
So I can do the same old, same old

Please don't judge me, come indulge me
You can't set me free
Quietly screaming, deeply stuck in anxiety

I know you'll never comprehend
These rules I'll never bend
So satisfying but oh so draining
It's a choice but not one made by me

I don't let things get out of line
There's no such thing as a compromise
I don't let things get out of line
There is no such thing