Sunday, August 27, 2006

buns of steel


I picked a friend up from LAX yesterday and got on the 10 headed east. I was going about 40 mph in typical late afternoon traffic, listening to my friend talking about paragliding in Yellowstone, when I suddenly realized with some degree of embarassment that I had been clenching my buttcheeks in rapid fire succession for the past 15 minutes, a behavior which can only seem to the uninitiated to be... a bit bizarre. I would alternate between my left and right buttcheeks, clenching one at a time, so that it corresponded to the gaps in the highway lines. On a highway there are, of course, a lot of gaps, thus explaining why my ass was firing like a machine gun set to kill and destroy.

I think it may be a sign of OCD.

I have, quite frankly, been doing this ever since I can remember. As far back as middle school, with my dad driving, I used to clench my buttocks whenever we'd cross intersections, not just once or twice, but during the entire drive marking every single break in the curb with a little squeeze. Reading Catcher in the Rye might have had something to do with it. Especially the part where Holden Caulfield describes his fear of disappearing every time he stepped off the sidewalk onto the street. I identified with him the most right then, he gave voice to something I didn't even know was there. In any case, it's not something I've thought about much since, it's just something I do... usually unconsciously... and it gives me a sense of overall well-being. Over the many years that I've been doing this, it has also given me a pair of very tight buttocks.

I don't want to claim that I have OCD lightly, because it is apparently a serious medical condition that people suffer from daily. And I'm not sure if I have the "obsessive" part or just the "compulsive" part of it. Supposedly, "obsessive" behavior is when you obsess about an unreasonable fear or anxiety while the "compulsion" is to neutralize those fears with some sort of repetitive act. If Wikipedia can be considered an authority on the matter, it seems that I have at least a few telling characteristics of OCD. For instance, a fear of "human body secretions such as saliva, sweat, tears or mucus, or excretions such as urine or feces." But who doesn't have these fears? Let's save that discussion for another day.

The more I think of it, the more this buttclenching compulsion seems okay to me. I bet everybody out there has a significant degree of compulsive disorder. I think this tendency is programmed into us to make up for our lack of innate behaviors like rabbits or lizards have. It's a survival mechanism. Just one that no one really talks about. And if anyone has ever seen Nomar Garciaparra up at bat, they'd realize that greatness can only be achieved by the truly compulsive. So it is with one butt squeeze at a time that I too will try and make my mark upon this world.

5 comments:

enormous packages of chicken said...

Maybe it's not OCD. Maybe if we taped electrodes onto your buttocks, designated one as "0" and the other as "1," and mapped out the resulting pattern, we'd learn that you've been involuntarily transmitting a binary-encoded greeting from a species living near Alpha Centauri since you were in middle school.

my father's powerful binoculars said...

Damn, girl, I do NOT want to know what kind of "marks on the world" your butt squeezes are leaving. Sheesh.

minsuhson said...

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Laura's mom said...

I know this guy who contracts his abdominal muscles every time he's stressed (it was subconscious). So much so that he would complain that his abs were killing him and of course he had the 6 pack to prove it. Now, only if I could harnass the ass cheek road clench and the ab stress workout, I'd be golden and wouldn't have to workout my fat ass. Some people are just so freakin lucky.

gary said...

Here are some records you might want play while driving:

Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow - Funakdelic

Light Your Ass on Fire (Instrumental) - Busta Rhymes

Butt Dream - Detroit Grand Pubahs

Cheek to Cheek - Ella Fitzgerald