I do find it kind of funny how I was inspired by scrupulosity comics to name my OCD impulses but they're so rarely religious and are generally 90% internet social justice discourse bullshit so I named them "Discourse Dave" and just imagine an irony-poisoned over the top tumblr social justice dude...
but I was having trouble combating those urges so I made up a guy in my head to tell me it's okay when I fall short of the OCD standards... who I call Brother Francis and 100% imagine as a medieval monk who reminds me that I cannot expect myself to live up to the standards of Christ, that I'm just a human man and that it's OKAY to fuck up, that everyone sins and that's just the nature of being human.
Anyway, my old stress response is coming back (I get stressed, my brain goes "KYS! KYS! KYS!" like the yearning mice but evil) and i'm officially calling those urges Sue and saying "shut the fuck up, Sue. Stop being such a fuckin drama queen"
IDK why personifying shit works so well but god damn.