Think "Monk" on USA network.
I have OCD. Not to the point of letting it run my life, such as Adrian Monk. But I have OCD with several things. I lock and relock doors. I constantly check my alarm clock to see if it's set. I like to touch things. If I'm shopping in Wal-Mart, I have to touch almost everything I see. Not so much the food. But everything else. The fabrics. I just want to touch.
Labels must be facing out. I like things even. And if not even, then symmetrical. This is not with everything though. Let me pop a little disclaimer on here. *grins* There are just SOME things that must be the way I put them. And I like things grouped together. *humming "One of these things is not like the other" from Sesame Street*
And numbers? Oh GOD! I love numbers. But... it can be a little out-of-control. I used to have to do something FOUR times before I was convinced I was done. It was my magic number. I also like 7.
I hate math, so this is all ironic.
Numbers. I have a site meter on this blog. And I love it. It lets me see that people have dropped by to visit and whatnot. I like it. But I constantly want to jack with it. I am waiting expectantly for the day my book will come out. And then there will REALLY be numbers. *shuddering in anticipation* I might need medication. *laughing*
I've gotten better. Or so I thought. If I really look at a locked door, I mean STUDY it, I won't go back three times and check it. I'm trying to imprint it on my brain. I mentally tell myself it's locked. And I won't go back.
But this constant changing of numbers? Oh man... the agony and the ecstasy.
3 months ago