These two numbers DO MY NUT!
I used to suffer from severe OCD as a teenager, but now it's almost completely gone. There are only three main obsessions/compulssions that still remain:
* A fear of unhygienic toilets. (Portaloos especially - it's an evil force!)
* Grinding my teeth to number patterns and rhythms.
* An irrational fear of the numbers 16 and 17.
If anything bad happens to me, it feels as though it will always be on these dates. The weird thing is, is that out of sheer coincidence my Mum finds the same for herself. Her jaw was on the floor for ten minutes when I said I was the same! weekend (16th, 17th) has been yet another.
Since last night I've lost around £60 out of my own pocket because of a difficult customer, made a journey to apply for a job which was taken, made a journey to see my herbalist to find she'd forgotten our appointment and had shut, and broke my favourite shoes.
Can the 18th arrive please? Gaaah!
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