I’m very disappointed in poem_for_your_sprog for almost understanding this point, and then immediately making the same mistake she was calling out
‘I have to sort my books!’ she cried,
With self-indulgent glee;
With senseless,narcissisticpride:
‘I’m just so OCD!’
‘How random, guys!’ I smiled and said,
Then left without a peep -
And washed my hands until they bled,
And cried myself to sleep.
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The adjective “narcissistic” exists entirely separate from the psychiatric definition of “narcissistic personality disorder” and predates it by millennia. I get the other ones, tho.
But in this poem, OCD seems like it’s a genuine topic, if they’re washing their hands until they bleed. I guess maybe there’s backstory here I’m not privy to
I think the “I” in the poem has genuine OCD and the “she” in the poem is using it inappropriately.
Right, at it’s most basic level wouldn’t it just be saying that someone or something is similar to Narcissus?
edit to support your point:
