I'm not OCD but... | Pad Patter 10.27

[StefanieS]

I don't think I am OCD, but there is a right way and wrong way to do things and I just prefer my way=the right way.
Glasses base down in the cupboards, mug handles facing towards me.
Tupperwares 100% closed.
This way I can tell when people have messed with my stuff. they seldom out things back the way I have them.
I do like the same row or 2 in church.
Always start in the produce section of the store I am shopping in etc.
I won't remake or redo what has been done by family members, even if I can see they did it their way.
~Better done their way than not done or I have to do it.

 

[MrsPeel]

I think cal it OCD is a long stretcvh.... like Michelle @michelepixels said: is a human thing, we like routine, we want to make sure things get done right.... most of us who go back to the car or ddrive around again tio chack the door is locked ...is because we have lost keys before, or locked ourselves out or.....whatever the experience, or even not even us but a friend....so one wants to make sure things get done peoperly.

I know Justine was using "OCD" as a language thing unifyong a thought...but I have friends who are OCD....trust me.....isn;t nice.
What we have -me because of my memory.... the questioning if I took the pills 20 minutes ago or not...that kills me, my memory is so bad that I once left the car keys in my fridge and looked in the whole house for 48 hours!!!!- what we have is more than understandable......

I used to be very OCD about having a clean house but when my health went bad, I stopped beating myself up about it. I take it a little at a time and ask my hubby and kids to help on the weekends. It's not a perfect as I'd like but it's not a pig sty either.

I hear you. Same here.
It is so frustrating though...because I can't do other things that (to me) only I would do right.... like cooking, or cleaning my kitchen or putting a washing machine on...having to depend on carers is just.... frustrating

 

[wombat146]

My thing is with my alarm clock. I'm not content just to slide the switch over once to turn on the alarm. I have to turn it on, and then back off, and then on again, making sure I feel that subtle click, even though there's an indicator light that lets me know it's on. It's part of being paranoid that I'll oversleep, especially since my kids are heavy sleepers and depend on me to get them up. If we have something really important happening in the morning, I sleep horribly, waking up to look at the clock many, many times during the night.

Totally me when I used to work and had to be up early to catch a flight somewhere or had to be at work early for a training session.................. LOL! I don't think I have set my alarm once since I retired last March!!

I also worked with a girl that used to HATE having her cooked peas touching anything else on her dinner plate! lol! whenever we ate out she would move all her peas away from anything else as soon as the waiter put down her plate!

 

[wombat146]

I wish I was a bit OCD about cleaning and I bet my hubs would say that too LOL. But I just can't motivate myself to clean much when I could be doing something so much more fun like scrapping. Me....I can't even remember where my swiffer is LOL. ha ha

Me as well Rae! lol!! there is only DH and I at home so it doesn't get too untidy but yeah, I wish I had more motivation in that area! lol!

I do have a place for most of things in other parts of the house, but here in 'my domain, the craft room' its a bit messy.... looking over to the other table I have in here I can only see the top part of my sewing machine!! lol! if it has flat surface then it is being used! and I keep thinking, one of these days I will tidy this up so I can do some hybrid scrapping but it hasn't eventuated as yet!

 

[scrapsandsass]

The dishwasher thing drives me nuts. I generally (maybe stereotypically wrong of me) tend to think that men are supposed to be more spatially aware, so it kills me that my husband doesn't load the dishwasher the right way. I just don't get it. I can always get at least another half to a full sink full of dishes in if I do it as opposed to him doing it. So if he starts to load, I always have to re-do it. And *if* he were ever to help with folding towels, he doesn't fold them the right way, so I get all tweaky and have to re-do those too. But it is funny because our house is generally a mess of clutter otherwise.

My picky tendencies tend to be weird things like how something feels, looks, or with texture or design issues (alignment, balance, symmetry, pattern, clashing colors). Our house is over 100 years old, so nothing is ever level. It drives me crazy if I hang a picture or mirror because I have to decide whether to hang it so it is level, or hang it so it *looks* like it is level with the rest of the house. I have a hard time writing in a new journal. I keep buying journals, but never want to write in them because I don't want to ruin them with imperfect writing. Another thing is bad punctuation on signs. Once I see it, I can't unsee it, and it will drive me crazy every time I pass it. I have to try not to look because otherwise I want to go and tell them that they did it wrong. There was one house I used to pass that had a sign made that had their name (pluralized) but they had an apostrophe, so it drove me nuts. I was so excited when they finally moved! I eat M&Ms by twos. So if the colors aren't equal, I have to figure out a way to eat them so that it makes sense to me. I've rearranged things on store shelves or displays because it looked wrong or was out of balance or things weren't with the correct sign/label. Or sorted things in a bin. I've seen Kennedy doing that too. He has sensory processing disorder, so certain things bug him as well. But then there are long streaks where I just don't pay attention to things like that, so I think that is weird as well. Sometimes I can be tweaky, and other times not. I guess it depends on how lost in my own little world I am.

I went nuts when I took my grandma to a doctor's appointment because the tile on the floor (aside from being hideously ugly) was a haphazard pattern that didn't make any sense at all. I spent the entire time trying to figure out if there was a particular pattern, but there wasn't. It bugs me when my husband paints or does tile or woodwork or anything because he never worries about it being straight or aligned or perfect. He'll get a spot or line of paint that is crooked, so if I don't fix it and I see it after it is dry, that will always catch my eye. That's why I hired my brother to do our bathroom floor. He's a professional tile layer, so we joke about that kind of thing all of the time. He did our bathroom tile, and it is the stuff that has woodgrain. He had to pull up one piece after everything was done because he thought there was one that was too close to the others that were similar in grain/pattern and he couldn't leave it like that.