My friend recently shared a t-shirt design which she thought was very apt for me. Given my penchant for behaving almost as though I have an OCD about orderliness, the line reads, "I have CDO, It's like OCD but with the letters in the right order like they're supposed to be"
Funny. And a bit true. I do obsess over stuff like straight lines, and clean desks, and bedsheets tucked in perfectly and eye pencils facing in the right direction and bottles in the shelf being arranged according to size, and books being arranged according to category and then height, clothes being arranged according to type and then maybe by color... and so on.
Sometimes it's tiring to keep up. Most times it helps to be like this. I always have something to do! There's always something more to clean, something more to arrange and something to change. :)
But apart from all the funny reasons, the real thing is this... Sorting out the mess in my physical surroundings, sorts out the mess in my head. I imagine my brain to be like a huge library filled with shelves and drawers and wires running all around. As a kid, before I went to sleep, I'd imagine a tiny person running around the shelves with a tall stool switching off lights as a metaphor for me to tune off and go to sleep. Even now I feel like the space inside my head mirrors the state outside it. So a messy desk makes me restless, makes me impatient and makes me inefficient. A well organized room suddenly makes me feel like doing so many productive things in the day it's amazing that the day only had 24 hours because it seems like a lot more!
I'm not sure how one ends a post like this? Do I dread becoming obsessed with this to a point of reaching an illness? Not really. I think what I have is healthy and it keeps me focused on what I need to do now so that I can do the next item in my checklist. I guess I'll just keep on being what I am, however I like it and then life can take me from there.
:)
Funny. And a bit true. I do obsess over stuff like straight lines, and clean desks, and bedsheets tucked in perfectly and eye pencils facing in the right direction and bottles in the shelf being arranged according to size, and books being arranged according to category and then height, clothes being arranged according to type and then maybe by color... and so on.
Sometimes it's tiring to keep up. Most times it helps to be like this. I always have something to do! There's always something more to clean, something more to arrange and something to change. :)
But apart from all the funny reasons, the real thing is this... Sorting out the mess in my physical surroundings, sorts out the mess in my head. I imagine my brain to be like a huge library filled with shelves and drawers and wires running all around. As a kid, before I went to sleep, I'd imagine a tiny person running around the shelves with a tall stool switching off lights as a metaphor for me to tune off and go to sleep. Even now I feel like the space inside my head mirrors the state outside it. So a messy desk makes me restless, makes me impatient and makes me inefficient. A well organized room suddenly makes me feel like doing so many productive things in the day it's amazing that the day only had 24 hours because it seems like a lot more!
I'm not sure how one ends a post like this? Do I dread becoming obsessed with this to a point of reaching an illness? Not really. I think what I have is healthy and it keeps me focused on what I need to do now so that I can do the next item in my checklist. I guess I'll just keep on being what I am, however I like it and then life can take me from there.
:)
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