I don’t think it is peculiar. I simply think that it is outright mind-altering. OCD, I mean. You have been lumped with an imbalance so very sickeningly contrary and, seemingly, stuck in a groove of never-ending rumination. And ANY person minus the glitch an OCD sufferer carries with them in their brain would know JUST how ridiculous and irrational it actually ALL is to spend almost your ENTIRE life thinking over the same thoughts every day, all day, whilst said ruminations go so very outlandishly far and wide in eventually exasperating your every waking senses that your brain has LITERALLY been fried and placed in a state of AGONISING and, what appears to be, irreparable brain-lock. It is disgusting. It is… Petrifying. It can Never, EVER be explained or visually replicated or replayed for its whole entire brutalising worth by ANY movie. It just can’t. It’s… there are no real comparisons, only that, if someone I know of is anywhere near that level of catapulted mental agony, I will NEED to help them immediately. See, we are pretty much the bar set highest when it comes to witnessing your very own mind lose itself while, alternatively, the best part of it cannot quite right the wrong enough to fix it. That’s just the sad and honest truth. So, when we see certain people complain of feeling down, what do we do? We bloody well give them all of the exact advice that we WISH we could just manage to give ourselves but we can’t. It is LITERALLY, as I’ve said before, like the off-switch for ocd is right there in front of me… but however hard I do try I cannot turn it off. That’s fucked up, that I have to watch this happen. All day, every day. That my ocd makes me one million percent believe that it’s all gonna go up in smoke if I don’t… correct that feeling. I can’t correct a feeling I’m having, because a feeling is just that, a goddamn feeling. It hasn’t happened. Ocd however tells you it… has?!