mandyactually

So, I was bored today and, instead of doing something productive, I searched high and low through the Netflix instant and I just happened to stumble upon a show called Obsessed. Each episode deals with one or two people who suffer from OCD. I watched an episode about a lady who refused to eat certain foods because she was scared spores were attaching themselves to the food and would in turn kill her. She also spent hours in front of the mirror picking at her face with tweezers, which resulted in many small scars. At the end of the episode, after going through extensive therapy, she was able to somewhat conquer her fears and move on with her life.

Okay. So here's a girl who won't eat normal food and picks at her skin with tweezers and she has a fiance. I can't walk. And yet I can't even get a date...I just don't get it. Like...yeah, I couldn't go ice skating if you asked me, but I'm completely and utterly normal. It's not as if I'm seriously depressed about my lack of a love life; it's more than I just don't understand it. An explanation would be fabulous.

I'm going to go watch my Netflix DVD and wallow in my sorrows. And drink a black cherry soda and wish it was alcohol. (Kidding, Mom.)