Things that generally perplex me. p.s. I am an anal retentive germ-a-phobe

I am a Type A personality. I am anal, OCD, a perfectionist, a freak about being on time, a super freak about keeping things clean, and a slight germ-a-phobe. There are many other things that are wrong with me but I don't know how they necessarily fall under Type A personalities so I don't have to tell you about them. ha.


Okay, so my point is, I drive J crazy sometimes, er...all the time maybe? I can be difficult to live with. If dishes are left in the sink after dinner I won't be able to sleep. I will lay in bed thinking about how much harder they will be to clean in the morning when the sauce from our pasta hardens and congeals onto the sides of the pot. So eventually I will get up and do the dishes...sometimes in the middle of the night. Freak, I know.


We have all hardwood floors...except in our bedroom, which is white carpet. I need to vaccuum every day. I need to sweep every day. I hate the feeling of crumbs under my bare feet in the kitchen. It grosses me out.


I wipe the bathroom sinks down every time I wash my hands in them. I hate when that bathroom dust builds up and forms like a weird fuzzy shell over the toilet tank. I can only relax and take a bubble bath if I have just scrubbed the shower from top to bottom with bleach.


I also straighten and fluff the pillows in the corner of our couch every time I walk through the living room. 

Our living room in our new place. Finally finished.

I know you probably think my day to day life sounds stressful, well you would be right. It's exhausting having to keep everything in order, clean, straight. 


So along with my weird germ-a-phobe neat-freak tendencies, I also get irritated with people, not specific people, just people in general, very easily. I am always on the move, I do everything at top speed. I go to pump gas, I stand by the pump the whole time. No use getting back in the car and waiting for my tank to fill, I will just waste time by having to get out again when my gas is done pumping.


I go to the store armed with a list, I speed walk, only going down the aisles I need things in, and get to the shortest check out line asap. Walking slowly, wandering aimlessly, standing around. POINTLESS. Time wasters. Annoying. I have things to do and never enough time in the day to do them.


Grocery stores are the worst, this includes you Wal-Mart, you global mind-sucking conglomerate you. People take forever in the grocery store. When checking out, I like to start putting my things on the little conveyor belt thingy as soon as there is space. The one thing I typically don't do, is put down the little plastic divider. Now, don't worry people, I leave plenty of space. I leave a good 5-6 inches between the start of my stuff and the end of the person in front of me stuff. Fine. No big deal you say? 


Just wait. I HATE when the person in front of me gets nervous, or panics or freaks out, I'm not sure what the reason is and slaps down the little plastic divider. Like actually reaches back past their stuff, obviously having been watching me the entire time and slams down the plastic divider. What do you think is gonna happen lady? The checker will ring up your final can of tuna fish and just reach on back for my box of Special K and add it to your bill...and I'll just let her!?
NO.
That's not going to happen. And if, IF by chance it does one of us just needs to calmly let her know. It's just not that big of a deal.  This is what happened to me when I was at the store...

I don't know why this bothers me (and Tim McGraw, he looks pissed)
so much but it just makes me crazy! This is absurd right? 

Like I said, you all know now that I am a weirdo OCD Type A perfectionist freak, but this is ridiculous. Were you really worried the checker might grab one of my items? C'mon. Maybe I should have given this lady some of my Xanax, it looks like she might have needed it more than me!


 I should just start having my therapy sessions on my blog. Much much cheaper!


Peace, Love, and Anxiety Disorders,
Chels