NEUROSIS! THE MUSICAL

Man, oh man, but do I hate object empathy. It is a stupid neurosis, but I guess it's my brain's payback for not having a socially-crippling obsessive-compulsive disorder or something. (I mean, okay, so I always have to make absolutely sure all my items on the grocery belt are lined up by type and facing brand label out towards the cashier in neat little soldier rows, but I can easily justify that by saying IT MAKES THINGS EASIER FOR THE CASHIER. And that's really not obsessive-compulsive as much as it is ... insistently brain-naggy? Yeah.)

( But object empathy can go suck it for all I care. )