A world of
sensory input hurtling at you. An overload of experiences,
bombardment by the environment.
Filter your perceptions,
categorize and
divide and conquer. Organize information so as not to be overwhelmed...
all well and good.
As time goes on, grow accustomed to a certain group of
stimuli, and when you find that there are aspects of reality that fall too far outside your own self-maintained universe, you fall back on the familiar.
There is safety in order.
"I will be alright if I can just get up, do what I have to do, and come home and manage my daily affairs. If my routine is maintained, then I can cope."
It grows, though, as time passes.
Chaos looms; you stave it off through ritual.
"Everything will be alright, if I can just wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. I will keep this room in order, I will fight off entropy in this microcosm."
The illusion of control. Control your self, your room, your house, your day, and thusly control your life and that monster they still dare to call
reality. That is not reality; reality is what you can place both hands on and move from one location to another.
The compulsions stem from fear.
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: ease your
anxiety, lightswitch, on-off-on-off-on-off. Tap the doorknob.
Would you like to know how to retain your sanity? I will tell you. Watch the same movie, read the same book, listen to the same song, visit the same place, at certain points in time, repeatedly.
Re-arrange your furniture, again. Pace, in the dark. Ingest harmful substances.
Never sleep.
Starve yourself. Draw long red lines with a kitchen knife along your skin. Deprive yourself of things, overindulge in something, stay away, be constantly involved, lock yourself away and don't speak to people for days.
Your habits are your
blinders and your armor. Your compulsions are your
last line of defense.
Anything to maintain what you would hope was your equilibrium. Anything to
shut the world out, to keep it at bay, to distance yourself from all those things that you cannot
subjugate.
I am not crazy, this is how I deal.