Last night I spent an hour and a half obsessively trying to put a bracelet on my wrist. The one my aunt gave me. It was angering me that I couldn’t get it on. The difficulty of the task was frustrating, but I never quit. I continued instead of doing the normal thing and stopping, trying again in the morning, or asking my girlfriend for help. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t fall asleep without putting it on. When I finally managed the tension went away and I relaxed, but the guilt of my insanity plagued me until I fell asleep. It’s always in the back of my mind that I behave this way over random things. I use to think I’d grow out of it.

By Dan Boone