That's what has passed me a few times a month and a half (more or less) I have not written. And that have passed good things, like a couple of trips with cheap tickets airline and good hotel in Amsterdam (great, the people Superama, almost always with a smile on your face-even the airport security, and willing to help) and Malta ( is a tiny island, so we saw almost everything, with a Maltese friend of mine I met in my year of Erasmus in Rome).
But even with those things that happens to me every day I do not enjoy (I forgot to enjoy) the little things in life. And that is very hard. Especially when you suffer from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, which causes, in my case-item that almost anything I play away from home and contaminate me fill me the hands of germs, although surely be removed by washing their hands, I get "stuck" to the mind and make me difficult day.
An example: I go to any VIPS to buy a newspaper, someone is coming and someone inadvertently touches. Instinctively I turn away, but since then has broken out in my mind a reaction that leads me to not feel at ease until I get home and I shower (I just wash my hands, as I said in the previous paragraph .)
Other: came by plane from Barcelona (say) and my father comes to pick me up at the airport. Then I will have no choice but, before sitting back having to put below a couple of folds of newspaper, so that what might be in airplane seats (although see again, I keep mulling over that of people who have been sitting there one day after the other) does not remain in the car.
Another one, in short: if you are a hostess @ s, cashiers, waiters, or any other employment with the public, not estornudéis before me, mojéis finger to pass a paper or to more easily open a plastic bag , etc. If you are security guards at an airport, I'll wish with all my strength (I will do everything for it) does not beep when going through the detector, so do not be that palmar my body up and down with a plastic gloves that have touched hundreds of bodies completely that day.
Finally, and many more such examples. It's hard. No one knows how it is until it suffers in his own mind. At least, tell it, write it, it gives me a split (yes, low) of relief.
That suffering makes it sound louder than one day come to my life a good guy to make me forget (or at least greatly reduce) all these quirks that hinder my life. I keep dreaming that happen.
One last thing: I hope that everyone I have ever read then you should follow, even if reading me from time to time. Do not go running after these little things that I told you today. Although depression and mania, I think I'm a good person, with a tolerant nature (which at least being gay, heh), working ... In short, a very normal person.
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