The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I realize that by writing this little piece, I am shedding light on what is clearly a bit of my OCD behavior, but I don’t care. The truth is, my list-making habit is a bit of an illness, but it’s okay, and I’m okay with it because it helps me function. It’s just who I am, and I know many, many ...