The other day, I had to borrow a stranger’s cell phone to make a call.
The entire time I was on the phone, I was bothered by a thought in the back of my head: That I would somehow, accidentally on purpose (?), throw the phone to the ground. I was probably afraid of accidentally dropping it, too — but more than that, I was plagued by the thought that for some reason (probably because it was the worst possible thing I could do in that situation), I would throw it to the ground on purpose.
I held on tightly to the phone while I was using it, to make sure I wouldn’t do this — even though I probably wouldn’t.
It’s like there was this little voice inside my head telling me: “Throw the phone. Just go crazy and throw the phone down for no reason, just because you can.” But never, ever in my life have I actually done anything like this. Well — there was one time in elementary school when we were using scissors, and I thought: “It would be bad if I randomly cut some of my hair off with those scissors” and so I did precisely that — but it was such a small amount that I don’t think anyone noticed.
Just goes to show how simple tasks can be very distracting with the intrusive thoughts of OCD…