I often comment on my self-diagnosed OCD, and I thought today might be a good time to delve a little deeper into that diagnosis because I’m qualified to do that. I also think I’m a rocket scientist, and I see no problems with that assessment either. It’s possible you should take everything I say with a grain of salt.
I’ve written about my love of rules and structure before. I’ve spoken about my need to plan everything, and let me tell you, I do mean everything. For me to be without a plan is a sad and potentially scary sight because my self-diagnosed OCD rears her ugly head and starts screeching in a barely recognizable wail. Needless to say, the phrase ‘Go with the flow’ runs contrary to my very being. More pointedly it’s a phrase I’d take outside and bury in the backyard, given a chance, right beside the graveyard of chipmunk heads my cats have accumulated. I haven’t found it yet, but I know it’s out there somewhere.
Back to my OCD, there will be some of you who might understand this, and some of you who won’t. ♫ “Some of y’all might know this and some of y’all don’t. Some of y’all might be with this, and some of y’all won’t. But listen, let me clear my throat. “♫
And DJ Kool is what happens when OCD and ADD intersect.
What can I say. It’s Friday, and I’m feeling frisky.
Since Wednesday’s post was so emotionally heavy, I though we’d delve into something a little more light-hearted today: my neurosis. I’m going to share with you some of my favorite OCD tendencies, outside of my need to plan all the things.
- The Kitchen is my clutter free zone. Truth be told, most of the house is clutter free, but the kitchen especially so. I don’t like anything on my counters other than the few items which belong there. Think coffeepot, knife block, fruit, onions, potatoes, and of course I am the one who gets final approval of what does and doesn’t belong. Keys, paperwork, and other oddities are not acceptable and will removed at once, regardless of whether you are a regular inhabitant or a guest in my home. It should be known, I can and will occasionally listen to reason. While it took the Hubby weeks of subtle and not so subtle suggestions, I finally conceded that yes the blender might deserve a place on the counter since I use it on a near daily basis. See, I’m super flexible (cough, cough).
- The A to B approach. I see things as very linear, with a starting point of A and ending place of B, which means I almost always start things at the beginning: books, television shows, magazines, articles, blog reading, projects, lists. I can’t pick up a magazine and flip to just any page. I have to start at the very first page and work my way through, article by article. It’s one of the reasons I had to give up my weekly People subscription. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
- Seeing Things Through. In the same vein as the linear approach, I have to complete things once I start them. Part of this is a bit compulsive and part of it was my upbringing. Growing up, you didn’t start something you couldn’t finish; period. This can be a really great trait, especially in the workplace. Where it’s not so great is when I’m doing things I don’t actually enjoy. I can’t walk away from a bad book or power off a horrible movie, which on a practical level makes no sense. Perhaps I need to work on this one. Just start leaving things undone or half…(gulp).
- Also part and parcel with linear, I like to do things in order. Sometimes its simple stuff like dust before you vacuum, which to me seems rather obvious, and it’s also why I think I’m a rocket scientist; albeit one who likes to jam out to DJ Kool. I also eat things in order. For example, I have to finish last week’s carton of eggs before I move onto to this week’s. Honestly it’s the sanitary thing to do, although I have no qualms eating raw cookie dough. Hmm. I also eat my significantly less perishable items in the order I receive them. Take this picture. It’s from last Fall, and while you can’t see it in this photo, I can assure the backside of these babies are numbered.
Weeds: no, not that kind; the kind in my lawn; I abhor them. They screw up the symmetry of my grass and since I no longer use chemicals to banish them, I pull them out, one by one by one by one. It’s quite time inefficient, but also oddly relaxing; sort of like puzzles. See, and you thought I was uptight. Ha.
Hyper-organization. I group like things together. I also believe everything should be facing forward and lined up just so. I’ve been compared to the homicidal husband in Sleeping With The Enemy, less the whole domestic violence aspect. Take for example, my fridge or my linen closet. All items are grouped by category, lined up neatly, and forward facing. Back in February, I spring cleaned my entire linen closet and shared it with all of you on the blog. Eight months later, here’s what it looks like:
I hate it when my towels get out of line. I mean really, they should know better. I give them free room and board and in return they must remain in a neat and orderly fashion at all times. In the words of Donald Trump, that particular towel is officially Fired. I don’t even know if that show is still even on television anymore, and that is a sentence spoken like a true rocket scientist.
I’ve got lots more of these. Are you interested in hearing them, or have I frightened you away? Tell me about some of your quirks and unusual tendencies? No worries, we’ve all got something.