Random Thoughts

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

Hope your mate'll be okay. Can only echo the above advice: give him a call, "Here let me grab you at least a pint for that vinyl man," kinda thing.

[Eoin McLove]

Bring him out for two pints and see what other records he has!

Nah man, just acting the cunt. Follow the advice above or call his folks as you said if you are worried. Get him chatting if he's stressed or depressed.

[OpenSores]

Can't really add to what has been said, if it's out of character which seems the case could be a cry for help. Good luck to yas.

[Carnage]

Spoke to his mother and she's aware of the situation, as worried as I am. It's not just me who's picked up on it, he's been off with a few people. She lives a couple of hundred yards down the road from him so she can keep an eye on him at least.

He's not up for pints, says he wants some time to himself, fucked up with the town, that kind of thing. I might suggest a visit/ few cans at his, see how that goes...

[son of the Morrigan]

Jaysus that's an awful situation to find yourself in.
Fuckin hell, sorry to hear that.
Hope ye get it sorted out man, poor fella.
 

[Bürggermeister]

Some fucker videoed a gig I was at a couple of weeks ago. Grand, but the fucker was right behind me (which I had no idea of) for the whole thing and it's like watching myself watching a gig, which is a bit of a fourth-wall head-wrecking experience.

[John Kimble]

Anyone else here slightly OCD about things? It's fucking mad the way some small 'issues' escalate. The sky remote from the living room went missing yesterday, this is something most normal people would probably just gloss over and get on with but not me...no, I've spent about a full day searching high and low for the damn thing to no avail. Now, when I get mildly stressed about things, my usual coping mechanism is to start tidying around me. I then decided that the back garden was due a clean so I went outside and got started. Had a few brief moments for a vape (btw I'm off the smokes almost twenty years and I've started up this bad habit to deal with stress) and a ponder, then noticed a sizeable crack in the rear outside wall of the house which I reckon first appeared when we got an extension done about 4 years ago. This is first time it really started to bother me though. So now I've gone from a missing remote control to the house falling down around me, all in the space of a few minutes. From that giant leap, I then started fretting about paying a mortgage on a house which is crumbling around me, and realising I'll have work well into my 60s to pay the damn thing off.
I just decided to hit reset momentarily and I'm in the kitchen, watching my young fella playing Mario on his Switch without a care in the world. I'd say that lasted all of five minutes before I started berating myself for worrying about a stupid remote control when so many poor unfortunates are in their homes, right now, listening to the sounds of rockets firing overhead. Time for a beer maybe.

[Carnage]

I just went to empty the dishwasher and was wondering why the glasses were still manky, until I copped that I hadn't turned the bloody thing on in the first place. So I went from worry that the machine was banjaxed to relief that it was still (barely) working, and then to worry that I'm heading into The Doddery Years.

[Thorn]

I poured boiling water into the open coffee jar earlier instead of my mug. Bad shit

[Kunt 4 Life]

Anyone else here slightly OCD about things? It's fucking mad the way some small 'issues' escalate. The sky remote from the living room went missing yesterday, this is something most normal people would probably just gloss over and get on with but not me...no, I've spent about a full day searching high and low for the damn thing to no avail. Now, when I get mildly stressed about things, my usual coping mechanism is to start tidying around me. I then decided that the back garden was due a clean so I went outside and got started. Had a few brief moments for a vape (btw I'm off the smokes almost twenty years and I've started up this bad habit to deal with stress) and a ponder, then noticed a sizeable crack in the rear outside wall of the house which I reckon first appeared when we got an extension done about 4 years ago. This is first time it really started to bother me though. So now I've gone from a missing remote control to the house falling down around me, all in the space of a few minutes. From that giant leap, I then started fretting about paying a mortgage on a house which is crumbling around me, and realising I'll have work well into my 60s to pay the damn thing off.
I just decided to hit reset momentarily and I'm in the kitchen, watching my young fella playing Mario on his Switch without a care in the world. I'd say that lasted all of five minutes before I started berating myself for worrying about a stupid remote control when so many poor unfortunates are in their homes, right now, listening to the sounds of rockets firing overhead. Time for a beer maybe.

Our Sky remote has a feature that if you hold down a button on the Digi box, it starts beeping. Handy as fuck.

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

I poured boiling water into the open coffee jar earlier instead of my mug. Bad shit

  

There's been mornings I've been close but never actually done it. Amazing 

[Thorn]

Amazingly worrying!

[The Heretic]

Anyone else here slightly OCD about things? It's fucking mad the way some small 'issues' escalate. The sky remote from the living room went missing yesterday, this is something most normal people would probably just gloss over and get on with but not me...no, I've spent about a full day searching high and low for the damn thing to no avail. Now, when I get mildly stressed about things, my usual coping mechanism is to start tidying around me. I then decided that the back garden was due a clean so I went outside and got started. Had a few brief moments for a vape (btw I'm off the smokes almost twenty years and I've started up this bad habit to deal with stress) and a ponder, then noticed a sizeable crack in the rear outside wall of the house which I reckon first appeared when we got an extension done about 4 years ago. This is first time it really started to bother me though. So now I've gone from a missing remote control to the house falling down around me, all in the space of a few minutes. From that giant leap, I then started fretting about paying a mortgage on a house which is crumbling around me, and realising I'll have work well into my 60s to pay the damn thing off.
I just decided to hit reset momentarily and I'm in the kitchen, watching my young fella playing Mario on his Switch without a care in the world. I'd say that lasted all of five minutes before I started berating myself for worrying about a stupid remote control when so many poor unfortunates are in their homes, right now, listening to the sounds of rockets firing overhead. Time for a beer maybe.

I'm awful for stuff like that, it's soul destroying by times. What also wrecks my head is when I build something out of wood or steel, unless it's spot on to the millimeter I can't let it go...do I need to join an emo band?

[StoutAndAle]

Anyone else here slightly OCD about things? It's fucking mad the way some small 'issues' escalate...

I'm definitely on that boat, man and I know exactly what you mean. I can take a seemingly mundane problem and within 10 minutes be at the very height of mania or obsession with it. And then it'll fester and gnaw at my psyche for hours, days or weeks sometimes. I have lost weeks of sleep just lying in bed playing out "what-if" catastrophes. To the point where I find myself bawling crying over something that will NEVER happen. Which can lead to being tightly-wound, depressed or just down for ages.

I also have the classic check and re-check and re-check and re-check things. To the point that now I take a photo of my front door to make sure it's locked or my cooker to make sure it's off.

If I'm in the house on my own and I have to leave for work then I won't have a breakfast that involves turning anything on (except the coffee machine which has a 45 min auto-off) like the grill or the stove because I will have to go back and double-check it 10 times before I leave.

If I was cleverer then I would read up a bit more on things like self-sabotage and stuff. But I'd end up spriralling that way too. I set out to leave my house 10 minutes earlier than I need to but, without fail, I find myself checking doors and windows and then bolting upstairs to make sure that the iron is unplugged or phone charger is plugged out. Even when I know that I haven't used the iron or charged my phone.

When I do finally get out of the house, I have to do my checks on the door by holding the locked handle and mumbling a mantra-like thing to reassure myself that it's locked. If a neighbour is coming out of their house at the same time and says something to me like "Morning to you, Stout" I give back cheery "How's it going?" and then wait for them to leave so that I can re-start my mantra.

This is not new either. I've been like this since I was a kid. I think that it partially stems from having parents who were both more interested in themselves and would intervene with anger, a belt or making hurtful, end-of-days comments towards me if I upset their routines or did something stupid.

The childhood fear of making a mistake and being reprimanded for it plays into it, I guess. This is borne out by the fact that if my wife & I leave home at the same time and she locks up - the thought of the door being unlocked never once enters my mind.

Oddly - this compulsion does not follow into my professional life. I do a job, I check it over once. If something needs correcting, it's corrected and then I sign it off. 



I'll go back to talking about puking in New York bars now.

[jobrok1]

I poured boiling water into the open coffee jar earlier instead of my mug. Bad shit

I make my coffee in one of those mocha yokes...
Was in such a tired stupor one morning I ended up pouring my coffee into my porridge.
Still ate it!