he drives like air is a threat. that space between his front bumper and the rear bumper of the car in front. it's the worst enemy ever conceived. it mush be eradicated. hurry. get there. yeah, now slam on the breaks. wait, it's reconstructing itself out of nowhere! get there, hurry, squish it! oh my god, there's a bigger space on the right, and that car doesn't even care about squishing it. go, get it. help him. hurry.
he doesn't create a ballet, like an efficient driver, gracefully weaving in and out of traffic in a safe, superior way; he offends space and time. his style is an abberation; jolting, dangerous, and comical.
they say OCD is favoring the application of irrational habits and needs at the cost of efficiency and reason.
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