OCD

Ive been reading a rather interesting book. Written by an Irish woman, my age, with a great imagination. Cecilia Ahern. Its called 'a Place called Here'. Its about a girl who knew a girl at school that when missing as a child and ever since then, shes been obsessed with finding things that went missing. Down to a sock. She gets obsessed, not so much that they went missing but where exactly they went and she tears up places and gets stressed out when she cant find something.

I feel I can relate to this book alot, as I to, wonder where my things actually go when they go missing. My things vanishe into thin air. I throw a fit, my frustration peaks and I search for days...I still wonder where my earring went a few months ago when I put both of them on the floor beside my bed one night only to not be able to find one in the morning. Its gone.

This seems to be what happens when I move house. Right now, all our stuff is packed up in Des' garage and the computer mouse is missing. I made a point to keep all the computer stuff in one place and the mouse is nowhere to be seen. This annoys me so much that I searched the entire garage and every single box.

The mouse is still missing.

Some might think this is a bit obsessive compulsive.

On top of being frustrated about things going missing, Me and Nick were playing around and I bumped a glass of water off the bedside table. He laughed for 2 seconds coz it landed on him but then he started freaking out calling me stupid and saying it was something Beth (his irresponsible sister) would do. He freaks out everytime something is spilled and has to mop it up right away. Even if its just water.

He also, after he leaves the house or car, checks to see if the doors and windows are locked. Not once not twice but usually for a few minutes will he jiggle the door handle or walk around and look at the windows to make sure their closed with another jiggle of the door handle for one last check.

He doesnt tidy up much around the house or clean for that matter but has to make sure I 'wipe the side' (counter top) and will sit down and give me a little pep talk to make sure next time Im finished to 'wipe the side' and to make sure I can do that next time. On top of this, on the bathroom side of things, he puts cleaner in the toilet...all the time. Doesnt scrub it but makes sure it sits in there for a few hours. He didnt fail to mention to Beth when she was staying at our house to not forget to put cleaner in the toilet.

Some might think this is a bit obsessive compulsive.