Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

It’s not jealousy. It’s my OCD, this inexplicable, uncontrollable need to know one thing, and then one more thing, and then yet another thing, until my brain is exhausted.

And I want to stop, but I can’t, because telling someone with OCD to stop obsessing about something is like telling someone who’s having an asthma attack to just breathe normally.

“Everyone’s got something. Some people are just better actors than others.”