I have OCD mainly because of the way that I grew up.
My mom has it and was always trippin that things were...
Not clean.
Not organized.
Not in the "right" place.
Too dusty.
In the same place for too long.
And so on.
Needless to say I am now the not-so-proud owner of this disorder.
Typically I ignore it as much as I can.
Mostly because I have no time to keep up with how often i'd have to clean.
And also because I have roommates so it would literally never end.
But on rare occasions I can no longer hold it in.
My mind cannot seem to just let it go or just leave it alone.
That happened tonight.
I was just brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed and I snapped.
The hair that covered the countertop started to close in in me and grow.
The floor seemed blacker then it usually was.
(possibly because there were not many lights on)
Scum and hard water seemed to scream at me.
The dust began to suffocate me as it filled my lungs.
Every smudge on the mirror was laughing as it blurred the me on the other side.
So despite my roommates sleeping (it was 1:48 a.m.) I started cleaning.
I scrubbed, wiped, and buffed every surface in the bathroom.
I must say that I never had much faith in the bald man named Mr. Clean.
His wisdom seemed dull compared to the shiny head on his shoulders.
But I am now a firm believer in his Magic Eraser.
Just look at the difference it made on the tub...
And so that you can understand the real "magic" of it...
This tub did not even react to bleach in anyway.
It has been used by countless students who have stayed here before myself.
I feel so much better showering in there now.
Once I finished in the bathroom, able to breathe easier, I went to my room and the anxiety came rushing back.
I went crazy in there as well and re-arranged everything in there. I did everything but vacuum.
(which is driving me nuts)
But I figured I'd have a little decency towards my roommates.
Here is the finished product.
I am now able to relax and wont need to do this again for awhile.
Hopefully.
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