I'm very disappointed in poem_for_your_sprog for almost understanding this point, and then immediately making the same mistake she was calling out
'I have to sort my books!' she cried,
With self-indulgent glee;
With senseless, ~~narcissistic~~ pride:
'I'm just so OCD!'
'How random, guys!' I smiled and said,
Then left without a peep -
And washed my hands until they bled,
And cried myself to sleep.
Are there really people who mix up impulses and intrusive thoughts?
I always love explaining to people that when I handle kitchen knives a small part of me is like "Slit your fucking neck and stab everyone you know! You can do it with that knife you got!" I've gotten over the horror of it but it took me years to comprehend that it's not normal.