It’s pride-filled because, really, it has to be. It’s… all kinds of pride because, well, it ain’t always easy. The OCD. It’s… its own little pestering mother-effer even at the best of times, so that’s okay too. It’s built you. It’s made you. Yeah, it’s an utterly unasked for mental disorder of outlandish complexity and false, false, FALSE fabrication but it is still a huge part of your make-up, for good or for bad. You’ve done all you can with it. You’ve enticed it… one last time. You’ve… enticed it… AGAIN.. and again. But you continue-on, you smile in the face of, honestly, crazy kinds of pretty much utterly invisible-to-others adversity. That’s what you pin your pride to. You take everything in, as always, and you… keep on scribbling and keep on going like the truly unstoppable and caring, humourous man that you are ❤️ To be honest, it is an outlandish kinda mental dance is OCD, let’s say, and that is precisely why I choose to keep on doing this. It is my dance and I will always make it work.