I read a story in one of those pop psychology books about a woman with crippling OCD who couldn't open her mail. Mail looked so tidy, so pristine, so perfect when it was still sealed that it just seemed wrong to have to open it and mess it up.
The weird thing about the story is how her perspective defeated the entire purpose of mail. She eventually had to force herself over it when she lost her license due to a moving violation that came by post.
I wonder if your guest can't eat the food because it just looks too pristine (he did compliment the presentation) and eating it would ruin it.
The weird thing about the story is how her perspective defeated the entire purpose of mail. She eventually had to force herself over it when she lost her license due to a moving violation that came by post.
I wonder if your guest can't eat the food because it just looks too pristine (he did compliment the presentation) and eating it would ruin it.


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