if you spend an inordinate amount of time with someone who is Obsessive and Compulsive about hygiene, then one of the worst places you can go to is an internet cafe. From the moment I mentioned the words internet and cafe in the same sentence her countenance flipped from pink to pasty, a sudden reflex that put her mood into a flux of stress which triggered a chain reaction that endured as follows...
1. omg, it's so dirty in the internet cafe. think of how many dirty and sweaty school kids go there and sit on the couches.
instinct 1: i need to change my jeans. im going to wear the same jeans from yesterday so i won't get the new jeans dirty
impulse 2: not leaning back on the seat when using the computer
2. omg, i dont want to go. think of all the kids that pee, dont wash their hands and touch the keyboard. that's penis on keyboard!
instinct 1: wet wipes.
impulse 2: can't touch face, bag, or anything that you're eventually going to take home with you afterwards
3. "hey OCD, there's 1 free drink with internet purchase"
instinct 1: omg, the cups are dirty! think of all the dirty kids that touch the cups with their dirty mouths, then the dirty staff washes it in a bucket in the dirty toilet with the dirty water.
reaction 2: im not drinking any liquids for the entire day until i get home. because i refuse to use the dirty bathroom at the dirty internet cafe.
internet cafe in this instance was a necessary evil for the OCD victim. she seemed to have dragged her work deadline long enough and finally gave into the last resort of internet cafe. ironically, what was supposed to be a 3 hour stint, turned into 8. and maybe another trip tomorrow. im coming prepared tomrorow. same jeans from 3 days ago, wet wipes, bottled water and a back brace!
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how many times did i use the word 'dirty' in this entry?
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