Obsessive Compulsive Disorder over a Car

OCD isn't a joking matter, I get that, but I fear I might have a touch myself you see, as I'm quite in love with my car.

I wash it and wax it regularly, take it for drives for no reason and sometimes find myself just looking at it. I think it's beautiful in a way few other things are.

I understand this is slightly problematic, as when I park it miles from the place I need to go to ensure no one parks beside it, or when I won't pick up my kids in it...if it's rainy outside. There's some roads I refuse to drive on as they're too bumpy. I know every mark on the car inside & out.

While I enjoy music tremendously, I rarely listen in the car as I like listening to the car instead. And I dislike the odometer telling me how much experience the car has day by day. It's not getting older, it's getting classic.

Which is why I'm selling it.

I think my love for the darned thing (a gorgeous, glossy seal grey thing) is getting in the way of normal stuff, and I've never been one for any kind of crutch in my life. So it has to go. But I admit I'll miss it, and I might even shed a tear. Or two.

(Sad music plays as writer exits to the left, waxing cloth dangling limply..)