I was watching The Silence Of The Lambs in the middle of the night,
When it hit me—
OCD is Hannibal Lecter;
Doesn’t OCD seek weaknesses to exploit?
The slightest crack, the smallest opportunity,
Looking to gain some control over the situation?
Even once you’ve pushed it to the back of your mind,
When you think you’ve got it into captivity,
Just when you think you’re safe—
It finds something to work with and keeps at it and at it until somehow from its position of minimal power and helplessness it’s controlling your every move;
It’s manipulated you into doing its bidding and you don’t even know why;
By the time you’ve realised this it’s already too late.
OCD is Hannibal Lecter 😐.
Honestly that moment of realisation was more chilling than the movie itself could’ve been 😐.
Or perhaps it was the rare thrill of actually managing to metaphor 😂. Look Mum I metaphored!
But now I’ve got no liver 😭.