Do I have a mild case of OCD? Or do I have a bad case of being anally retentive?
I often wonder what drives me to be picky over the silliest things. Take for instance today when I picked up a paper clip to attach a card to an invoice. The card was the BRIGHTEST of neon pink. The random paper clip I picked? It was red. And I couldn't possibly use it. It just wouldn't do. It would clash... hurt my eyes... disturb my equilibrium. So I put it back and used a blue one instead. Why did it offend me so much?
It's a bit like my penchant for colour coded Excel spreadsheets. It doesn't matter if they're for my own personal use and will probably never be seen by anyone else, but they have to be pleasing to the eye and perfect... with the spacing all even and the lines all neat. And blue lines, not black. Crazy? Obsessive? Nah...I just like looking at nice things.
But then there's the case of my regular every day black and white plates. I've had them for 10 years or so and whenever I stack them back in the cabinet I have to occasionally have to STOP myself from placing them alternately black, white, black, white. It's not a glass door, so nobody can see them. Sometimes I let it ride and leave them looking all neat and pretty. But occasionally, just to prove to myself that I'm not completely nuts, I will be strong and pile them up haphazardly, willy-nilly, 2 black, 3 white, 1 black...