I have this “thing” with the word Cobbledick. I’m about to share something with you that up until now has been a family secret. This thing is a sort of compulsive behaviour. Please read the details and tell me what you think… Here goes….
My story begins last spring. I was driving out of Toronto, east, just pass the hwy 35/115 cut off. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Boy, was I tired. I had the window open to let in fresh air and I was trying to sing along to the radio to stay awake. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a green provincial sign. Cobbledick Road.
Funny name right? I said it out loud. Then I started to shout it out, repeatedly, trying to keep myself awake. It helped. Twenty minutes later, with a smile on my face, I thought back and tried to remember the name of that road. I had almost forgotten. Oh, yah, Cobbledick. Say it again. Cobbledick I said it out loud a few more times. My voice in the empty car sounded strange. I really shouted it out. Louder. I screamed it. Why not, I’m alone. I tried enunciating each syllable. Cob-bull-dik. Slower this time. Roll the sound out and trying to make a distinct pop with the b’s. Cobbbb…bbbb Cob-bledick. Say it five times as fast as you can. CobbledickCobickCodickco Stop!! That is terrible. Try it again, still fast but enuciate. CobbledickCobbledickCobbledickCobbledickCobbledick
I made a pact with myself, right then in the car. In the future, every time I was driving alone, whenever I saw or even thought of that word, I had to say it out loud. AND If I didn’t say it loud enough, or if I mumbled the word, I had to say it several more times. Cobbledick Cobbledick Cobbledick.
Well, it is now seven months later and my “thing” with the word Cobbledick is not letting up. I love saying it with force, and conviction. It feels nice crossing my lips. Granted, I go weeks when I don’t drive that part of the highway, or I don’t notice the road sign. Those times I don’t say the word. But, when alone in the car and the word pops into my mind, I play the game and repeat the word out loud. It’s fun. It is a dare of sorts. Do it right, do it loud or you will have to say the word several more times to correct your lack of conviction. Cobbledick, Cobbledick, Cobbledick.
Does this make any sense to you? Is it a form of compulsive disorder? I don’t have any other similar compulsions. It is not a fear. I’m not worried that anything bad will happen if I don’t say it out loud.
Warren thinks I just like to giggle over a potentially naughty word. He believes it is similar to my reaction to the word “Athol.” Let me explain…
There is a township close to where we live with the name “Athol”. Warren and I still giggle when we see their road sign or when that name is mentioned. We are imagining a kind of Abbott and Costello routine. First man asks: “Where are you from?” Second man replies: “Athol”. You can imagine how that routine would play out.
Naaaa .. my thing with the word Cobbledick it is more than that. Cobbledick is a dare to myself. A game. Don’t drop the ball. Keep it going.
What do you think? Is it a form of compulsive behaviour? Do you have any similar experiences?
Cobbledick, Cobbledick, Cobbledick…….Louder