2014 Collaborative Playlist on Spotify.
I think it makes him smile.
I get inappropriately gloomy when I am folding laundry and discover that a sock has gone missing. I keep a special laundry basket we call "the island of lost socks." I feel like celebrating when a long lost sock has been reunited with its mate.
I know, I need help.
I think that my anal retentive behaviors have declined over the years and I chalk it up to being able to allow the little rebel in me to run free. 20 years ago,I was in a position where I was pretty much told what, when, and where shit should be. I believe it was called being "programmed." I can remember having all my bills facing the same direction in my wallet, as well as having all my towels not only folded a certain way, but also stacked according to color. Darks go on the bottom and get lighter in color as the stack grows because, things with color VS without would be heavier. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it? (A beige towel for instance...less dye involved in achieving the shade of beige than say, for example, a black towel. The beige towel would seem airier and lighter on it's threads. Hence being nearer the top of the stack.) Can't say it actually annoyed anyone though. I probably notice more annoyance now, due to the fact that by not giving a fuck anymore, what's more annoying is going to grab a towel and having the domino effect take place because my towels are basically shoved wherever they'll fit.
I also used to be a little nutty about housecleaning to the point of dusting every single week. And, I'm not talking about a swifter-like dusting...I'm talking about taking every fucking knick-knack off of whatever shelf I'm dusting, and then uniformly wiping in the same direction before utilizing proper placement of said knick-knacks according to height, width, and balance. Nowadays, I'm not so dedicated to that unless it concerns books on a shelf. I don't give a shit about subject matter, or the author. What's important is how the books look as they're set on the bookshelf... Start from the left with the tallest book and work your way down to including paperbacks. Once my reading material is aligned, I then balance out the shelf by placing a knick-knack, or bookend object that is equal in size with the original starting book in the lineup.
I'll be honest though, my bookshelf is probably the only anal thing I have left, and I attribute this to having a 2 year old around here with us for almost 6 months last year. It taught me how to accept imperfection instead of pulling my hair out one strand at a time. Or, I learned that it's okay if something's not in it's right place because with a 2 year old around,it's gonna get moved upwards anyway, or it's going to end up broken or lost. What's really, really interesting though, is that the 2 year old is now back with her mother, but came and spent a weekend with us awhile back. And due to the decline in my anal tendencies, I had no problem with her getting into things... What I did become concerned about was this...
After watching her complete her lineup, I offered her a different basket for her chalks, and then proceeded to witness her gather all the chalks up and start completely from the beginning in size formation. Once she got them all in "her" place, I thought I'd reach down and move one of the shorter chalks to another spot... I thought the fucking kid was gonna go ape-shit with her screaming and kicking of her feet!
You don't suppose that the reason I've lightened up on my strange quirks is because I've passed them onto someone else, do you?
It's not "bad," but it's not "normal" either.
Stop assuming your completely irrational behavior is in anyway considered completely normal, Amy.
The reason it's an anal retentive thing is that everything I wrote I HAVE to do, otherwise I start over (like with my shoes or contacts). It's not really out of habit. It just... feels wrong if I do it out of order. If by that standard, my list is only considered being boring and normal, then having to have your towels folded a certain way should fall into that same category.