I also get curious about when my particular brand of OCD kicked in because I don’t ever remember having much trepidation about putting one of those vile headsets to my face and blabbering into it. Today, I can’t so much as hold onto a handrail on a bus or subway car without feeling the need to purge my skin in an antibacterial bath. I wonder if the accessibility of having my own personal connectivity devices has aided in the surfacing of this weird psychosis by removing the need to use such crude technology.
So, yeah, that’s what has been on my mind this AM. :)