One of the nice things about having OCD is being able, in any situation, to instantly determine the absolute worse thing that could possibly happen. These ideas, at least in my experience, just kind of effortlessly flow through the mind of the obsessive. In my case, it’s gotten to the point where I hardly even notice it. After several decades of repeatedly thinking thoughts like “I might trip and this pen that I’m holding might go right through my eye,” or “one of the pipes on that truck in front of me could come loose, fly through my windshield, and impale me in front of my kids,” it just kind of becomes background noise. It causes a moment of anxiety, sure, but it doesn’t really leave much of a mark. I guess it’s a self preservation thing. Occasionally, however, a new horrible idea breaks through… Those are special moments… And I had one today.
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It looks so sad there, next to the HVAC units. As if things weren’t tough enough for these kids already.
Reminds me of Logan’s Run. I’m imaging a society run by children in which, when you reach a certain age, like 10, you’d be put on “the slide”.