I promise, next up will be an Exciting New Dog Post, or at least a College Post, but I had to get this off of my chest.
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My mind works funny. Medically funny.
I am also a shipper.
Sometimes, those two things intersect. My OCD has this nasty habit of intertangling itself with other things in my life. If I touch that, I must wash my hands. If my skirt brushes over that, I must cover it with hand sanitizer. If I see that word, I must type another real quick in the search box. Three steps on that sidewalk square, so only one on the next. They come and go and mutate, but they're always there.
My ships have gotten tangled up in my OCD, as one of the factors. See A/B fanart? Yukyukyuk, must drop everything and visit the A/C tumblr to fix it.
I know this sounds silly and stupid, but it is grating on me and really cutting into my blog time.
Also, I never used to hate ships before I got into comics fandom, and I never loathed specific ones (instead of just "I hate all ships that aren't X/Z) until X-Men. I'm not sure what that means. Also, I've never hated a canon ship before X-Men that I can think of. This fascinates and annoys me.