Someone grabbed my pen from my hand yesterday and wrote with it. To be fair, she was the directior of the School of Visual Arts, and she thought I was offering her my pen. I of course didn't scream at or berate her--as it's not like she knew I have this particular, irrational quirk--but the incident had me tweaked, which exascerbated my other quirks and compulsions for a while. Later, another student watched as I scribbled-out and rewrote "Contemporary Poetry" eight times, polishing my pen with the front of my t-shirt between each attempt. I don't think he knew quite what to make of me. I half-expected him to start humming circus music under his breath.
Yeah, it's been an interesting week....
Yeah, it's been an interesting week....
Sorry to hear that you're tweaked out, but things will clear up eventually. They usually do.