I liked this paragraph from the Christopher Walken story in the Sunday NY Times.
He denies that he is obsessive-compulsive but then tells a story. “Years ago, someone talked me into seeing a shrink,” he says, carefully wringing out the dishrag and placing it next to the sink. “It was a lady who did her practice in her apartment. We sat down and talked. The phone rang. She went through the swinging doors, and I could look into the kitchen.” Walken makes a sour face. “She had all these pots and pans and dishes piled everywhere. She was dirty, dirty. I thought, How am I going to take advice from someone like that? That was the end of my shrinkage. Maybe if she had been clean and nice I’d still be in therapy.
