Day 12: Something you are OCD about
I'm skipping all the days about photos. I don't take a large amount of pictures, and my little USB device thingy (technical term) is currently missing. So we'll just have to do without.
Anyways, I am not OCD. At all. In fact, I could use some OCD in my life when it comes to cleanliness. My laundry routine consists of leaving the clean clothes in/on top of the dryer and choosing my wardrobe from whatever is piled there. When the pile of dirty clothes is higher than the pile of clean clothes, I know it's time to do more laundry. Same goes for the dishwasher. I look there first for clean dishes and when it's empty I know it's time to load up the dirty.
Don't judge me, I live alone. It's completely normal. If you've ever watched 30 Rock, Tina Fey's character flies solo like me and it's a pretty accurate portrayal of what happens when no spouse/roommate is around to keep a person accountable for their own sanity:
Enjoying a snack on the couch wrapped in a Snuggie and improvising made-up songs? Someone at NBC is spying on me for inspiration.
Back to the topic. Now while I wouldn't consider these things "OCD," I do have a few neurotic habits I can't seem to shake. Whenever I enter a bathroom and the shower curtain is pulled closed, I will ALWAYS open it and peek inside. Even in my own home.
By the way, is it completely insensitive of us (me) to equate cleaning habits and weird quirks with legit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? We've come to use this phrase so casually, like, "Oh, I have to wipe up these crumbs, I'm soooo OCD." I'm no expert (ok, let's be real, I learned everything I know about OCD from MTV's True Life), but I think people with real OCD carry out their behavior not because they WANT to, but because they HAVE to. So to any of you out there suffering from real OCD, I apologize for belittling your struggle.