I have always had a pretty good hunch that I was neurotic. My family was never shy about pointing out how particular I am, or pointing out how much it drove them all crazy. In fact, there are 2 videos from my childhood that provided proof for me in later years in case I ever doubted what they told me to be true:
1. When we were around the age of 4 (“we” referring to my twin sis and I), my dad was video- taping us jumping on the bed. Pretty normal, right? What is not normal, however, is that I interrupted the activity to ask everyone to please get off the bed and straighten up the pillows before continuing. That should have been their first clue.
2. A few years later, when we were probably 10, we were making a home video with our brother… not even really sure what it was about, probably one of our fake documentaries about the lives of Siamese twins where Allison and I would both squeeze into my dad's clothes and pretend to be attached to each other. We had friends, I promise. Regardless, a major fight broke out when I decided that we were making too much of a mess in my room and taping needed to stop until the room was back in proper order. And that, my friends, is probably why my brother and I did not get along for the duration of our childhood :o)
So yes, it’s safe to say that I wasn’t clueless about this personality trait growing up. However, I will say that I was never made more painfully aware of it until I got married. Something about living with someone day in and day out apparently brings these types of qualities to light. Who knew? And while you might wonder how I was able to live with Allison day in and day out without having issues about my OCD behavior, you should remember that she is equally (if not more) neurotic.
None of my obsessive tendencies really seemed that weird to me until Brian started to challenge them. I know what you’re thinking: “He challenged you and came out alive?” Yes, hard to believe, but with only a little (lot) bit of back-sassing from me, he has managed to challenge me on multiple occasions.
For example, Brian doesn’t understand why the 2 remote controls (a) need to sit in the same spot on the coffee table at all times or (b) why they need to be parallel to one another and to the edge of the table. Seems perfectly reasonable to me?
He also still does not understand why the rugs have to be a certain distance from the edge of the room (or door), and why the frayed edges always need to be neatly groomed. I think it’s fairly obvious that the world will likely stop spinning on its axis if they aren’t, but apparently he doesn’t see it that way.
And I’m sure I’m not alone in this one… ok I’m hoping I’m not alone in this one… but Brian also finds it amusing (a nice word for “aggravating?") that I like to rotate out the dishes, glasses, and utensils (particularly our knife set) so that we don’t always end up using the exact same 4 or 5 without ever using the others. What's wrong with keeping things balanced?!
I am thankful, however, that although he likely questions my sanity on a daily basis, he still complies as much as possible. He probably wouldn’t admit this to his friends, but as I type this, his shirts are hanging in our closet grouped by color and sleeve length. And while I will say that it was upon my insistence at first, he has managed to keep it up on his own accord for the last 1.5 years. Although that might be more out of fear than his own desire for an orderly wardrobe, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
So what are some of your OCD habits? And how do your significant others feel about them?