I am a very punctual person by nature and if I am running late somewhere then the anxiety sets in. This is another trait I picked up from my mum, but especially true when it comes to particular destinations: the airport (I was late ONCE in my life and held up the whole plane, not something I wish to repeat!), fertility appointment/procedures (I must have had a million panic attacks stuck in traffic during those years) and hospital appointments.
Yesterdays surgery appointment is a prime example. I needed to be there by 8.30am, was there at 8.10am and then sat in the waiting room until 2pm when they called me into a little room only to cancel on me and send me home, by which point I felt like my head was going to explode from lack of caffeine and was just happy to be able to have a coffee and get out of there!
I loved #6 on the list in the article which was:
Speaking of alarm clocks, we’re not above setting alarms in 15-minute increments, which leads to our iPhones looking like this *insert picture of iPhone alarm set for 15 minute increments*
I can one up that. My iPhone alarm looks like this:
Yes, it’s true. I am up at the crack of dawn to go to work, it’s a very sad state of affairs.
The thing is, like the quote at the top, I am selective in my OCD traits.
Being on time, straightening things – my desk at work needs to be tidy and everything lined up straight (I constantly straighten the computer keyboard, straighten the pile of paper etc), the business cards on the counter at work need to be straight or it bugs me and the cushions on my couch (though I am slowly learning that is a battle not worth fighting!) are my OCD traits. Oh, and pixalated images! They really get my goat.
Yet, my car is a mess and it doesn’t bother me. Rather, it’s not my mess so I am too stubborn to clean it and I can be stubborn for a very long time! This stands for a few things in my house but while the house stuff like toys spread all over the floor doesn’t give me heart palpitations like being on time does, I still can’t relax until the room I am in is tidy as I feel like I can’t think. Which is pretty standard at the best of times lately without copious amounts of caffeine, but is worse in cluttered situations which I am trying to rectify by being ruthless on the tossing out side of things at the moment. I’m getting there. Slowly.
Do you have selective OCD traits?
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