I wouldn’t say I’m textbook OCD, just some little quirks here and there. For instance, I have never pressed the trip counter button in my car since I bought it 13 years ago.
I just can’t reset the mileage. You would think someone with OCD tendencies would do something like reset it to a row of pretty little zeroes each time she gets out of the car. But you’d be wrong.
Knowing I’ve never pressed it in all this time means I can never press it ever, ever, ever. You know?
And then there’s this.
I’ve been refilling the same soap dispenser for over 10 years. I can’t replace it. Why?
Not because I’m an earth-loving environmentalist (although consider how much plastic I’ve saved by not buying new bottles. Go me!).
It’s because I’ve had it for over 10 years. That’s all. It’s like a contest with myself to see how long I can keep it going. And now I can never part with it.
And my husband better not toss it just to get a rise out of me because, if he does, he’s going to be left with the kind of wife who whines and cries every time she washes her hands with an imposter soap dispenser.
See how perfectly he stacks forks in the silverware tray?
I oblige his OCD by stacking them neatly when I put dishes away, even though I don’t care if they’re all askew.
But get rid of my soap dispenser and just see how organized I keep them. Just see. [insert maniacal laughter here].Stumble it!