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TIFU by being obsessed with writing my signature perfectly

I (22M) have to start with a little background. I am quite a perfectionist but only for stupid shit like drawing my signature in the exact proportions I want. Because if that, whenever I'm bored, I practise and I don't stop untill I draw it the way I want. I can perfectly fill pages of with my signature out of obsession. I also like writing sometimes, it's not a hobby I'm passionate about nor I'm good at, but at times it feels good.

Everything started a few week ago. I was in a boring class with a professor I hated, so I started writing down mi signature. This time I got it faster than usual, so it only took half the sheet of paper. I was happy about it, but it also meant I had nothing to do to distract me from that horrible lesson, so I started remembering songs I liked in my head. At one point, a specific song came to my head, it was performed by Amaia, a Spanish singer, last Christmas. It had quite a medieval touch to it and it also reminded me about witches incantations when making potions, and, since it was a love song, it also reminded me of my boyfriend, so I started writing down. I'm going to translate it to you since it was in Spanish, so it may not make a lot of sense:

"Dust of bones, drops of my blood,

I summon the witches of this coven

let them conjure a link that tie you to me

and if I hurt you, may they come and kill me"

I folded the sheet of paper and save it inside a notebook, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Fast forward to last night, I went out with some friends to celebrate the master's degree was over. I was going to stay at my friend's house because we were going to a town not so far away. My boyfriend stayed home because he had to work. He had a bottle of nice beer his boos have him, so he drank a little bit. He was cleaning out the living room and, when he was going to put my notebook away, the sheet of paper feel to the floor. It's important to know he was a little drunk at this point.

So I came home this morning. We were cuddling until all of the sudden he tells me we had to talk. I was a little confused, and he said "I found your spell". I got more confused because I didn't know hat he was talking about. Then he started telling me he found a note, he thought I was into poetry and wanted to support me on that hobby, but then he saw multiple signatures. He searched on Google what it could mean, and it said that it was some kind of spell used in witchcraft to make someone love you. Then he proceeded to tell me I didn't need spells because he loves me a lot and that he would support me if I wanted to practise witchcraft.

I started laughing so hard, but I also felt a little embarrassed. I had forgotten about that sheet of paper and had no idea what he was talking about. Then I told him everything about how I write down my signature like an obsession and that I sometimes write stuff that comes to my mind, and that I don't cast spells. It was a funny moment, but I really was a little embarrassed because I don't really show anyone the things I write or my compulsive obsessions. But it was a good ending I guess.

TL;DR: I wrote in a sheet of paper a few lines that came to my mind and alsoy signature multiple times because I'm obsessed. My bf found out and thought I practised witchcraft.

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