Ok, I admit it. I like to read celebrity gossip magazines. But don't tell anyone. I love the fancy dresses and jewelry, the "who's dating who," and the "she wore what?!" type of stuff.
I received my latest issue in the mail yesterday. I had to get some work done on my car, so I decided to bring the magazine with me to the dealership. I figured when I was done with it that I could leave it there for someone else to read later. It seemed less wasteful than just reading it once and then putting it in the recycling bin. Funny enough, even this act was an OCD trigger for me.
First, I always worry that something private of mine has found its way in between the pages. More than once, I have found that another piece of mail has slipped into magazine pages. So of course, before I passed the magazine on, I tore off my address label and flipped through it in its entirety just to double check that nothing was hiding in there. Ah, gotta love checking compulsions.
Second, and more frightening to me, was the possibility that the magazine might hurt someone. Yes, believe it or not, I do worry about that. Questions like, "What if my hands weren't clean enough when I touched it?" or "What if I have some kind of illness or disease?" go through my mind a lot. Even worse, I was eating soup while reading the magazine and I spilled some on the corner of several of the pages. I was really anxious that someone might have some type of food allergy and get an anaphylactic reaction if they touched the magazine. I had to talk myself out of that foolishness. Well, at least I think (hope!) it was OCD foolishness. So I dried the pages as best as I could, and tossed the magazine onto the dealership coffee table. Take that, OCD!