Wednesday evening and I’m in front of the telly and just caught one of the Carlos Alcaraz series on Netflix. Great way to follow these people’s careers. Anyhow, I was thinking about the strength it takes to live with OCD, all in all, and I would maybe like to compare the passion of mind and willpower it takes with what one of Alcaraz’s most beautiful tennis shots ever might look like. As in, same level of… attempted calm headedness and utter focus and total… dedication, maybe even mixed with a necessary level of intelligence to stay upright and in the game? Maybe it’s a rather strange comparison as comparisons go, what with his tennis shots only ever being seen as utterly visually breathtaking things, whereas, well, that’s just surely not the case with an OCD sufferer’s attempts at living as well as they can, often just so as to mentally survive, even. It’s a much more seen as negative thing on first and second thought and understandably at that, however it is rather remarkable for its beauty and mental perseverance in a, let’s say… entirely inexplicable way? Going nowhere, then? Not entirely, no. See, what I mean to say is that the sufferer is playing all of the best damn ‘shots’ in the whole world just because they have to so as to stay anywhere near in the ‘game’ the way others will perhaps get to do with relatively normal shots. Even when often times it will feel like all of these exact same shots are going disappointingly out of play with each hit inside of our own minds. Get me?