1,2,3,4…1,2,3,4…1,2,3,4…1,2,3,4…

Over and over and over again.

There’s no easy way to share any of this. Sunday was my birthday and I turned 42 years old. In the past I would look at those numbers and my head would turn into a circus.

I can’t comment on how others deal with OCD, but 4 and 2 seem pretty tame, but underlying is pure evil. 4 and 2 can be broken down evenly…simple right. But add them together and the dreaded 6 is broken down into 3.

See what I mean, it makes no sense, but at the same time makes perfect sense.