O.C.D.


I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It sucks. My obsessions involve cleaning and organizing.  I clean and organize all sorts of shit. My tupperware drawer has been re-arranged hundreds of times.  I stay up all night hanging picture frames on the wall- in categories. I organize my sweaters by color. My jeans are hung in my closet as such: fat-day jeans, skinny jeans, ugly jeans, (why do I keep them?) jeans that need new zippers, jeans I will never fit into but dream about wearing again someday, jeans without pockets, itchy jeans, and my favorite jeans. My toilet paper supply is stacked symmetrically. My silverware drawer MUST HAVE DIVIDERS, and if a fork slips into the spoon section, I have an anxiety attack. I'm obsessed with vacuuming and when my cat walks across the carpet I wince because her little paw prints ruin the vacuum lines. So I vacuum again. I am fully aware of these obsessions, and how utterly STUPID and unimportant they are in the scheme of life. Yet I'll stay up until 3 am matching all the lids and containers of my tupperware drawer. What's up with that?