What are you particular about?

At one time it felt like everything. A lot of things that encompassed my day were done in a certain way, in a certain order to save time and avoid as many hiccups as possible. It became a form of comfort for me, even eating with one particular fork. The anxiety tied to that existence got to me though and I was able to dissect the drive behind it and work on lessening it’s control over me. I deliberately eat with various forks now and do things out of whack to prove to myself the world isn’t going to explode around me.