I keep forgetting...

Michael McDonald was onto something with this song. I've recently realized that I think I'm either OCD or technically psychotic. I have a tendency to do the same thing over and over again, although I'm not so sure that I expect to have a different outcome. So would that make me a masochist? Do I put myself through these ridiculous things knowing exactly how they will end? Possibly. Still under review.

As a kid, I apparently grabbed hot pans because I wanted cookies. I did it several times; even after I got second degree burns I continued to do so. I still love cookies, but have learned to wait for the pans to cool down. Waiting for myself to cool down, however, is an entirely different story.

I've always thought of myself as non-confrontational. Over the past few years, I've learned that I am, to a point. Over small things, I'm definitely outspoken. If you ask me if I like your shoes, and I don't like them, I will tell you. I will then tell you why, and, not because I mean to, put you down in the process. Over bigger things, however, I tend to hold it in until I can't deal with it anymore. This is where my OCD or psychosis comes into play. I have had the same arguments with people over and over again. I don't even want it to turn out differently, but I start it again anyway. I need to find a happy medium in my life. This time, I need to find my Purgatario, so that I can find my Paradiso.

In other news, my first piece of original art is ready for me to pick it up. I'm so excited. I'm picking it up at the Gallary on 43rd in Lawrenceville. The artist, Scott Davidson, has been fantastic and helped me find the perfect photo to make into a print. He also told me about an upcoming Artists Market in the South Side that I cannot wait to go to. I might be addicted to buying art now. This is going to be a more expensive habit than my purse, shoe, clothes, or lip gloss obsessesions I've gone through. It's a good thing that I'm moving into a new apartment and starting a new job.