Crazy About The Staircase
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Between the lobby of my office building and the floor where my desk lives there are eighty-six stairs. How do I know? I counted them. Then I counted them again. In fact, I count them every time I climb them.
Why? Umm... because I have OCD, maybe?
Also, while I'm walking up them, my brain is triggered into thinking about an episode of Hill Street Blues. One in particular having something to do with an evidence room and a misplaced pistol.
Why? Hmm... perhaps my mental issues run deeper than previously thought.
The stairs were also cut from steel plates measuring fifty-two inches by five feet. How do I know? Because it's written right on them. Nothing crazy about that, right?
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Talkr | 1301 readsYou're scaring me
You scare me Pete - although - I must admit - I cross my fingers every time I ride over train tracks. Something to do with boys and jr. high. Weird...don't worry too much about it. Honest. I think most folks have some OCD and just won't admit it.
my friend knew how many
my friend knew how many chairlifts were in front of us everytime we rode up... i told him its his autism coming through.
Counting
I always count the stairs too. I have several OCD-ish things I do, but like Schmutzie I like to pretend it's normal.
120 stairs for me -- taken
120 stairs for me -- taken two at a time of course.
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me too
I am a counter, a noticer of small details, as well. I like to pretend that this is normal.