This is part of a series of ongoing OCD episodes, which I will post as they happen. This is live, stream of consciousness. It happens. Often. Sometimes the subjects are different.

Don’t touch my stuff. Why would you touch my stuff? My stuff is placed in locations that match the locations in my memory. I am not better than you, except I am better than you at my stuff. Please don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff.

I do not want to look for my stuff anywhere but where it was. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff.

I do not want to have to think about others touching my stuff. None of my stuff needs to be touched, if anything of mine is useful I have a duplicate for others to use. This is so others don’t touch my stuff.

This isn’t funny and it really shouldn’t be dismissed as a throwaway OCD quirk. It is my stuff, and it is where it is for a reason. If I were to explain all the reasons I would seem crazy. But I am not, these things are in the right place and should remain there as there is no reason for them to be in any other place and don’t touch my stuff.

Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t touch my stuff.

Don’t touch my stuff.

Don’t touch my stuff.

Don’t touch my stuff.

You are not unclean or wrong or… it doesn’t matter. Just don’t touch my stuff. All will be good if you do your thing, and it does not involve touching my stuff.

Please don’t involve yourself in touching my stuff. I will just have to re-adjust it. There is no reason for any of this.

Don’t touch my stuff.