BOSTON, Massachusetts (AP) -- A Boston artist has dedicated a museum exhibit to the type of behavior that causes some to separate their M&Ms into colors, pop bubble wrap until there is no more plastic to crush and focus all their attention on the most minute detail out of pure obsession.
The exhibit at the Boston Center for the Arts is called "OCD," as in obsessive compulsive disorder. Curator Matthew Nash said it's not about an illness but how the creative process can be driven by a series of obsessions and compulsions.
"You should see my studio," said Nash, who has shown his art in Boston, Chicago, New York and Italy.
He is one of the people who separates his Skittles, M&Ms and Reese's Pieces into separate containers for each color. He used the latter two sugary goods to create his art for the "OCD" exhibit, which lasts through May 9 and features artists from New York, Pennsylvania, Virginia and Massachusetts.
But they never allow me, always someone has to ask "hey, give me some, give me some" 
I love the stuff! You can buy whole rolls at the dollar store... heaven!
The act of popping bubble wrap as a stress reliever is for me, a very personal thing. Depending on how you squeeze it, you get different sounds, each one representing the bastards who oppress you. It is VERY important to get the right sound for the right person....otherwise vengeance will not be unleashed. It's important to scrub everything clean while preparing for the ritual. First cast a circle, and it must be done precisely after dinner. Don't eat your peas. Line them up in a precise 45 degree arrow pointed in the direction of the person you wish to curse with your bubble wrap. Consider your method for popping the bubble wrap carefully. A simple thumb press works best for mild annoyances, but a fine sharp needle may be required for those who truly oppress you. Concentrate on the object of your stress and project their spirit into one of the bubbles. The bubble will guide you if you listen closely. Hear the bubble, and act accordingly.
How's that for obsessive?
no needles, no stepping...slowly, one by one...with fingers
No offence was intended.
I had OCD as a kid until I was in my early 20's. Back when I had it, no one knew what it was, there was no diagnosis for it. My obsession was with certain numbers. Like 9's were really good but 5's and 7's were to be avoided at all costs. I avoided stepping on cracks in the sidewalk...
Suffering from OCD isn't fun cav. Please don't make fun of or laugh at someone who suffers from it.
Actually, odd numbers are okay, but pair ones are not...yeah, yeah, I had it too...I think actually everybody has some sort of it, at least that's what I found out in conversations with friends, it's just matter how much is someone obssesed with it - as a kids we were all avoiding cracks in the sidewalk (who steps on it loves Hitler and does not love Tito ) and few months ago someone thought of it and for few days we were all acting like kids, avoiding all cracks. I don't know if I had any OCD today, maybe one sort of it that I am always competing with light in my building - time is perfectly set for a close competition, and I am pretty happy when I enter my flat before light goes off. But I am competitive, so I guess competing with light is not OCD but being crazy
