Paul_D
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I'm not sure whether anal retention falls under the broader 'obsessive compulsive disorder' (which for those of you that have never encountered it before, is usually not a very serious condition) banner, but nevertheless I've suffered from it in various forms for quite a while. Earlier in my teens, it was a medium sized problem. But now its in the extra-small range. But it still crops up in various forms. The most humorous of which is in its impact on my DVD collection. A modest size by any standards (about 90 titles in all), the population of my DVD shelves can easily be separated into two distinct categories: the opened, and the unopened. On receiving a DVD through the post (and since I live in Region 2 but only buy Region 1, this is all I can expect), I'm torn between opening a new disc, thus (could the reader please make air-quotes while reading to maintain purity of intent and comic-value) "spoiling" the disc, or leave it pristine and perfect in its wrapping. The bizarre extension of this is that I also worry about colour-fading from exposure to sun-light to the disc's sleeve's spine, which is particularly ironic, given that I live in London where the sun shines for approximately 4 minutes each year!
Another minor quibbe I have is finger-prints on the disc itself, but that strangely doesn't often bother me. The above phobic manifestations only emerge when I'm dealing with discs I really, really like. For the very best, on occasion I've been compelled to purchase a back-up copy in case a disc is damamged, or the spine really does fade ( )! I'm trying to use this opportunity to catharticlly exorcise these demons from my mind, although I suspect it won't do any good whatsoever. Perhaps the most ironic thing of all, is that in a few years, I probably won't give a shit about any discs in my collection. Thus rendering all this care and safety, totally pointless.
I hope this hasen't been a boring read. Pray for me.
Another minor quibbe I have is finger-prints on the disc itself, but that strangely doesn't often bother me. The above phobic manifestations only emerge when I'm dealing with discs I really, really like. For the very best, on occasion I've been compelled to purchase a back-up copy in case a disc is damamged, or the spine really does fade ( )! I'm trying to use this opportunity to catharticlly exorcise these demons from my mind, although I suspect it won't do any good whatsoever. Perhaps the most ironic thing of all, is that in a few years, I probably won't give a shit about any discs in my collection. Thus rendering all this care and safety, totally pointless.
I hope this hasen't been a boring read. Pray for me.