Oh I see, OCD

I have been told that I have a mild form of Obsessive Compulsive Behavior. Frankly I think it’s nothing more than the ‘tall poppy’ syndrome where untidy people are jealous of us tidy people.

The untidy people just happen to be smarter in that they got in first with the name calling, so now we are “OCD”. And, they are, … well … ‘normal’.

I felt good hanging the washing out yesterday. While doing so, I could hear the Robot Vacuum Cleaner operating inside the house. I guess this was an OCD orgasmic experience, two jobs being down at the same time. The clothes were hung precisely to maximise drying and to minimise peg wrinkles, and I had a worker untethered by the shackles of computer games, actually doing housework.

Nothing irritates me more than having to walk past fridge items left on the kitchen bench, used cups and plates right next to an empty dishwasher, empty containers placed right back where the full boxes normally should go, or jobs half done.

And when I say, it irritates me, it unbelievably irritates me. My head spins, I self talk myself out of a mental explosion. It’s just plain crazy, I want that out of my head now!