A little OCD.

Ah.
I think my niece has a little of my OCD.
Nothing really, just a little over concern over the level
of her buckles on her rucksack yesterday.

I've never had it very bad, but once, at a very stressful time
in my life in London, it took me more than 2 hours to leave the house
as I had to keep checking switches were off.

You'd think I'd be neat and tidy too huh?
Nope, I look like a messy troll in a shit smeared hat.

These days the OCD just appears (and this is nuts) when playing
cards. In a casino, you, the punter MUST NOT touch the cards until
the dealer has stopped. No way. But arrrgh, I can't help straightening
the cards if they're not perfectly lined up. Fuck, it's really bad. Playing once in
a poker tournement another player threatened to shoot me in the fucking head
if I did it again, and the dealer got the pit boss over to escort me
from the premises. I just, just managed to stop myself.

I'm lucky that it's just something that occurs in certain circumstances.
I'm a tiny bit upset my niece has it too. Although she's a lot more together and confident than I was at her age. I'm thinking she'll grow out of it.