The truth is I’m utterly head over heels in love with writing, scribbling, whatever it’s called. I know that much above anything else whatsoever. That it’s in me now in a way that I cannot ever manage to stop doing, that is, if I ever even wanted to do such a thing. It’s just… the best, most strong and arduous part of me, I think. And, in truth, it represents all of my personality and strengths, really. Cannot but when you have trained the words to ramble-on randomly, ridiculously, and rhythmically. I actually feel that they are perhaps engrained in me in a very similar way to, and this is a total guess, to be fair with you, how the ocd is engrained. And trained into me. That, my friends, is fighting fire with fire.