I have this habit of not touching the floor. I don’t like when my clothes touch the floor either. So when I’m at home, if I’m wearing sweats, I usually tuck my sweats into my socks. But most of the time I wear like sleep thermals and since they’re thin around the ankle, I really have no other choice but to tuck them into my socks.
Lately my dad has picked up on this. I don’t know why or how but he started doing it too. And it makes no sense. It’s not like he doesn’t walk around the house barefoot or he has a problem with his sweats touching the floor. His sweats don’t even touch the floor! They have that elastic at the bottom. So I really, really, really don’t understand why he’s copying me.
And like I said before, the most frustrating part about him copying the things I do is because he doesn’t even believe in OCD and he makes me feel like shit every time I bring it up saying it’s all in my head and I can just wake up one day and it’ll be gone. But he goes off and does this shit. Really? Really? Ugh!