I Have the Plague
Yes, tonight I discovered I have the plague of “perfect”.
My definition of perfect:
the obsessive need to have things done MY WAY
You see, perfect is rather subjective. What is perfect to me may not be perfect to you and my compulsion for perfect usually only matters to me.
Here are some examples of how the disease attacked me today:
- I was trying on clothes to figure out what to wear tomorrow and couldn’t find the perfect size heal to go with my jeans that would make them hang at the perfect length. When I did find the perfect size heal it didn’t match my shirt perfectly and so we went round and round trying to perfectly match the heal, the jeans, and the shirt.
- While I was cleaning up the kitchen today I discovered that I have a precise way that all the dishes go in the cabinets perfectly. Even mismatched dishes have a perfect order. And of course there is a perfect way to load the dishwasher so as to perfectly fit everything in there!
- The laundry is also subject to perfect. I have strong opinions on the perfect size load and what colors and fabrics should be washed together. But perfect really comes into play for the folding. Towels are folded perfectly in half and then in half again and then two folds from the outside in so that the folded towel is the perfect size for the cabinet when it’s put away. The same holds true for every stitch of clothing INCLUDING underwear, yes underwear are perfectly folded… each and every pair!
Yes, I do believe I am borderline OCD but my disease of perfect rears its ugly head inconsistently. There are some things that I’m sure I’m not so obsessive about… but I can’t think of them right now. 🙂
What crazy compulsions do you have?