Happy OCD me

  Before you go and get all upset that I'm comparing my affliction with those that really suffer, I do have tendencies that get in the way. When things need adjusting, I'll adjust them or feel awkward. When things are just as they should be, there is an amazing sense of peace or even joy.

  Today was the last day of metal bending and though it took me five days, I found my stride and with it, peace and joy. One aspect of it is like being at the gym. However, in the gym, the only reason for lifting and moving the weights or machines is for the sake of exertion. In the workshop, all lifting and moving has a purpose. On top of which, the accuracy of the movements is critical. In the gym your mind can wander, in the workshop, it is very focussed. 

  Remember your early childhood dexterity games where you had to put shapes in corresponding holes? Take that to an environment where your dexterity has to be ridiculously precise, the objects you're moving are very heavy and you're repeating the movements all day. By the end of the week, I was getting the hang of things and the OCD part of me was in a state of utter bliss.

  I found a very zen state where I had to pay meticulous attention to my movements, all of which were met with a lot of physical resistance, while being constantly being hounded by the OCD me to get everything perfect. I think you'll have to take my word for it because if on Monday you'd told me what I'd be experiencing today, it wouldn't have made sense.

  To top it all, today I forgot my phone when I left home. At first I was really fidgety and considered nipping home to get it but pretty soon not having it added to the peace, so even when I went home at lunchtime, I left it there and spent the afternoon without it or a watch in a workshop with no clock on the wall. It was only when one of my colleagues started packing up that I knew it was almost time to go. Can you imagine that?

  No phone means no pictures of my work or of my first ever attempt at MIG welding. You know those guys with dark masks on, inches away from the brightest point of light you've seen? You can't see shit through the masks, MIG welding is insanely difficult. That's the boss in the picture doing it properly (yesterday).

Kirk out

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