The Obsessive Compulsive
Is a person with an obsessive compulsive personality born with it or can it just happen? I never really thought about the answer to that question as I laughed my way through every episode of Monk, the story of an obsessive compulsive private detective. Monk is never far from a hand wipe. Luckily he always has an assistant ready to hand him one after each door opened, each hand shaken. Recently however a state of enlightened consciousness obtained while sitting on the holiest of holy thrones has provided an answer. There is not much to do in the moments while you wait for nature to take its course. Some read, some hum. I tend to just speculate on who else is in my throne room by the shoes that they wear. Of course all the while I keep my own shoes well within the boundaries of my stall to avoid any Larry Craig incident. When a toilet flushes you hear them rise to their feet. They slide the lock to the stall and venture out into the bathroom. At this point a decision is