I hate even numbers. They make me feel wrong. Yet, everything I do in ritualistic repetitions has to be in fours.

Have a bad thought? Knock four times. Bang my knuckles for times against wood.

Walk from your bedroom door to your bed four times, then make it to bed on the fourth step back. If wrong, begin again.

See bad things, intrusive thoughts. Rock four times x eight. Everyone will live. You will be fine.

Guilt. Knock four times until you've knocked or banged four times eight times total.

Alone? Rock for times.
Eating? Chew your food four + four times.
Drinking? Four sips.

This is consuming. And yet I find safety in it. God.