I've decided this is totally normal!
om'gosh! an update! *shock'n'awe*
so. i think i've discovered the root of my OCD (didn't you know i was incredibly obsessive compulsive? well...you do now!).
As I sit in my absolutely heinously messy jumble of a room, trying to complete one of a bazillion assignments i should be doing (this one happened to be due at midnight...it was around 11:30), during the most difficult two months of my life (4 jobs...one of which is difficult, 5 classes, dramadramadrama)................I stop to organize my box of 96 crayola crayons in color order. I MUST do it...my world will not be right until I do.
This is the same girl who constantly alphabetizes her just shy of 200 (and growing) books. The same girl who makes sure the spouty hole of her coffee cup lid is aligned with the 7-eleven logo, as must be the logo on the special cardboard hot cup hand protector). The same girl who bags groceries in a certain order (freezer, fridge, cans/boxes, non edible stuff, veggies/fruit, eggs/chips/bread). The same girl who organizes her wallet in descending order of monetary value, with all bills facing the same exact way. The same girl who organizes the kids she watches' shirts in the drawer based on whether I don't like them (in the back left) superhero (back right) I like them (front left bottom) I bought them (front left top) the kids really like them (front right). The same girl who takes hours and hours to fold socks because I try to make sure that the same socks I wore together get folded together every time. The same girl who....well, i could go on forever, but you get the point.
I just realized, though, that this compulsive-ness (it's a word now!) probably stems from chaos and stress. When I'm overwhelmed and about to crack...I organize something stupid and manageable...and feel a million times better. Right now, after The Great Crayon Relocation of '06, I don't care that i have about 5 loads of unfolded, clean laundry in baskets in my room, as well as about 2 loads that need to go in (i have a lot of clothes...interestingly most are pajamas and socks). I don't care that the semester is coming to a close and everything is due all at once in 5 rather effort-consuming classes (no 4.0 this semester, i'm afraid!). I don't care that I have NO CLUE where the past month went.
my next OCD project: throwing out all my socks, buying new ones and (i swear i am not making this up) numbering them on the pinky toe area so that i can be POSITIVE that they stay together. I really ought to be psychoanalyzed. i think i'd make a fantastic case study for a surefire A+ thesis paper or something.
organizing stupid but manageable things helps me feel better about the chaos that is my world. it's healthier than a lot of other ways i might do it.
anyway, I'm going to go stave off some of the more hazardous effects of sleep deprivation by trying to snag 5 or 6 glorious hours of sleep!
so. i think i've discovered the root of my OCD (didn't you know i was incredibly obsessive compulsive? well...you do now!).
As I sit in my absolutely heinously messy jumble of a room, trying to complete one of a bazillion assignments i should be doing (this one happened to be due at midnight...it was around 11:30), during the most difficult two months of my life (4 jobs...one of which is difficult, 5 classes, dramadramadrama)................I stop to organize my box of 96 crayola crayons in color order. I MUST do it...my world will not be right until I do.
This is the same girl who constantly alphabetizes her just shy of 200 (and growing) books. The same girl who makes sure the spouty hole of her coffee cup lid is aligned with the 7-eleven logo, as must be the logo on the special cardboard hot cup hand protector). The same girl who bags groceries in a certain order (freezer, fridge, cans/boxes, non edible stuff, veggies/fruit, eggs/chips/bread). The same girl who organizes her wallet in descending order of monetary value, with all bills facing the same exact way. The same girl who organizes the kids she watches' shirts in the drawer based on whether I don't like them (in the back left) superhero (back right) I like them (front left bottom) I bought them (front left top) the kids really like them (front right). The same girl who takes hours and hours to fold socks because I try to make sure that the same socks I wore together get folded together every time. The same girl who....well, i could go on forever, but you get the point.
I just realized, though, that this compulsive-ness (it's a word now!) probably stems from chaos and stress. When I'm overwhelmed and about to crack...I organize something stupid and manageable...and feel a million times better. Right now, after The Great Crayon Relocation of '06, I don't care that i have about 5 loads of unfolded, clean laundry in baskets in my room, as well as about 2 loads that need to go in (i have a lot of clothes...interestingly most are pajamas and socks). I don't care that the semester is coming to a close and everything is due all at once in 5 rather effort-consuming classes (no 4.0 this semester, i'm afraid!). I don't care that I have NO CLUE where the past month went.
my next OCD project: throwing out all my socks, buying new ones and (i swear i am not making this up) numbering them on the pinky toe area so that i can be POSITIVE that they stay together. I really ought to be psychoanalyzed. i think i'd make a fantastic case study for a surefire A+ thesis paper or something.
organizing stupid but manageable things helps me feel better about the chaos that is my world. it's healthier than a lot of other ways i might do it.
anyway, I'm going to go stave off some of the more hazardous effects of sleep deprivation by trying to snag 5 or 6 glorious hours of sleep!