It was the missus that made me realize that I've got the Obsessive-Cumpulsive Disorder (OCD). I was making fun of The Monk and his OCD when she said: What are you laughing about? That's you!
Moi? The most handsome, affluent, expressive and stylish human being west of the Mississippi? Yeah, you, she said. You are obsessed with the car, with your shirts, with how you organize the mail, about closing doors, turning off and on lights, the way you pack, constantly checking the tie... and she went on and on.
At that moment I realized she was right. If 1 of 50 Americans could have OCD at some point in their life, the likelihood of 1 of 50 Swedes having the same would be pretty high. And if 2% of all living Swedes could have it, I bet my 401K that I'd got it.
The worst is the fear of germs in public bathroom and being agora fobic. The germs wasn't really a problem until I hung out with the missus' youngest brother in Ireland and he showed me how to avoid touching the door handle (he's got OCD by the way). Since then I haven't been able to touch a door handle in a public bathroom without using a paper towel (which I try to throw into the trash can inside the bathroom BEFORE the door closes). There is nothing I can do about my agora fobia except drown it in red wine.
Apart from all that I'm a VERY easy-going guy!
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