Oh god I don't know I am so obsessed with alphabetization. What is wrong with me?
A person who feels the need to put things like bands they like in such order must have an underlying psychological condition. By itself it's probably not so bad - but there surely are other issues involved. Combined with, let's say, a discomfort at disorder or an unease with disorganization. Do you see? Everything starts to add up to - oh jeez - a condition. For fuck's sake, should I be seeking professional help? Getting myself a bespectacled head shrinker with a cold, stiff divan & telling my life story to someone paid to listen? How can that be helpful? I don't mean to discount the profession. Just, I suppose I fear that the first thing that'll happen is that I'll be asked if I want some medications. Kind of tempting... Let's be honest, I've sort of been through this kind of thing before. My psychological visits twenty years ago were deeply disappointing. Not that I didn't need them - it's just that things didn't connect between me & the (admittedly poorly paid) analysts I was assigned to. Oh, I know, people say it's as hard as finding a good doctor, finding a good psychologist, but I had neither the time nor the money. Perhaps now, since I am older & more financially secure, it would be a different experience. Questions I ask now would be more pointed. Reactions might be better understood with greater experience. Sessions could be processed with a (I can't believe I'm saying this) more mature mind. Talk therapy, we are always told, is good thing, that it works. Until it doesn't, unless it doesn't. Very good, my love of order appears not to exist in my rationalizing mind. Weaseling my way out of something I've never even committed to! Xenophobes probably have more fun looking at maps! You see what I am up against? Zero probability of mental wellness in the near future!
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