to another abyss
as i start to descend the hill, i start my familiar habits. when i walk along the sidewalks, i count steps. every new slab gets a new count. i end up counting in my head. one. one. one, two. one, two. i always avoid the cracks, i don't know why. i am awfully superstitious about certain things. when i eat, i have to face a certain way. i cannot sleep if i am facing the wrong way.
i have obsessive tendencies. this is part of my analysis complex. once i find something i like, i get crazy. take pink floyd for instance. after hearing dark side, i couldn't stop listening. i visited websites learning about the band, trying to understand what made them make the music that they did. i bought posters, i gained reputation for being obsessed. the same thing is happening with bad religion. and i think it's creepy. i don't know why i do it. i think this is why i want to be a psychiatrist or something like that. to try and understand why i do the things i do.
i have obsessive tendencies. this is part of my analysis complex. once i find something i like, i get crazy. take pink floyd for instance. after hearing dark side, i couldn't stop listening. i visited websites learning about the band, trying to understand what made them make the music that they did. i bought posters, i gained reputation for being obsessed. the same thing is happening with bad religion. and i think it's creepy. i don't know why i do it. i think this is why i want to be a psychiatrist or something like that. to try and understand why i do the things i do.