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  Caring - Controlling - OCD

  Detlef 10:48 pm on May 9, 2009 | 0 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Caring, Controlling, Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder, OCD

  Caring is gooood – isn’t it? If nobody cares things go down the drain. If nobody cleans up the house the rats take over sooner or later.

  
  By Detlef.Here is my song celebrating caring:

  That said and sung: let’s forget about caring. I like this post by Jonathan Mead about “lawless”, “toxic” caring. Caring that gets in the way of the real important things in life. How do the things on my worktable have to be arranged? The kind of caring that borders on controlling. Are you caring for cleanliness or are you controlling the other members of your household? Are you caring for your future or are you trying to control it because you are afraid of the jaws of randomness?

  The next step from “caring” to toxic, or rather: ill behaviour is the obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD). You care for the security of your home. So you lock it carefully.  You shake the doorknob to see if it’s really locked. You walk away but have to return to check that doorknob again. You walk away but have to return to check wether you really turned off the cooker. So you have to unlock the door again.

  From caring via controlling to OCD: welcome in hell.

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  Caring, Sharing, Weird Dialogue

  Detlef 10:19 am on February 23, 2009 | 2 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Caring, Dog (3), Handkerchief, Love Story (3), Sharing (2), Weird (2)

  Briskly walking down the street I perceive a blond lady with a dog. She is looking at me.  She is beautiful. She is talking to me! “Excuse me, do you have a handkerchief?”

  I have not expected that question. I don’t want to say “No” to that beautiful woman, so I choose to say: “Only a used one.”

  Okay Detlef, unexpected question or not – this is an idiotic answer.

  “No, thank you“, she says rather indignantly.

  I feel I have to explain: “I thought it might be for the dog.”

  Okay Detlef, another stupid sentence. Why should a dog need a handkerchief?

  “Well, how used is it?”

  That’s an odd question on your part, beautiful blond. I proceed to take out my handkerchief. It’s a paper napkin I took at the pizzeria one week ago. I used to blow my nose in it ever since. It’s a little crumpled, but still fairly white. Hey! What am I doing here? I am making a complete idiot out of myself in front of that woman.

  “It’s to wipe my dog’s ass“, she says with the voice of an angel.

  “It might be good enough for that” I answer. Do I have the right to feel a little annoyed now?

  She reluctantly takes my used handkerchief, barely daring to touch it with her hands.

  “Thank you“, she whispers and kneels down to wipe her dog’s ass.

  “You’re welcome“, I mumble, getting the hell out of that situation.

  Another love story that wasn’t meant to be.

  I feel this might be a time for the song about caring once again:
  
  Isn’t life about caring and sharing after all?

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