The doctor wants me to start keeping a "health log" that documents my progress. I'm not sure what he means by progress. I think he and my parents want me to stop being weird, but I don't really understand what exactly that entails. In this log he wants me to tell details about myself and track how I feel about...things. I think he started along this line of thinking when I told him in our session today that the whole world is out of balance. Apparently most people don't see it that way. I think mom and dad want him to make me not see it that way, but it seems pretty impossible to me. I don't really see the point in all these sessions. I'm fine. What business do I have visiting a psychiatrist? This is for crazy people, right? I'm not crazy.
Oh yeah. It's January 17, 2008, and I'm 14 years old. I think I was supposed to put that at the top.
Anyway, mom got mad at me for counting the ceiling tiles again. What's wrong with counting? She gets mad at me for that a lot. That and separating my foods. And color coordinating my clothes. I don't get what the big deal is.
My friends have started commenting on how weird it is that I line my pencils up with the edge of my desk at school. I guess if nobody else does it, they must be right: it is weird. But they should be straight, right? So I'll keep doing that. Mom says I should try to outgrow these habits before I hit high school at Icarus Preparatory Academy. Sounds like a fun enough place, and maybe people would stop giving me funny looks if I wasn't so "obsessive compulsive--with a flare" as Dr. Hoover calls it. To be honest, I do kinda wish I could get away from this mindset sometimes. Seems like all the people who don't straighten things might be living the good life in ignorance. It doesn't look crooked to them, I'm told. Wouldn't that be nice.
Celeste
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