Um…well…the title is a little misleading. I’m here to talk about my stupid obsessive compulsive behaviors. The other thing is an entirely different blog…
If you walked into my room, you would see piles. Lots and lots of piles. On the surface it just looks like I’m a slob, which I totally admit I am. But there is a madness to my methods. The pile of clothes that is just lying around is because when I go to hang them up, they need to be facing a certain direction, and they need to be placed in a certain order in my closet-short sleeve, collared, long sleeved, etc. Same with the clothes in my drawers-they all have a place. Mail and notes also need to be put in a certain place, so before I do that they all go into a big heap until I have time (and energy) to sort them out and put them where they need to go.
My computer is off-limits to everyone but me unless it’s something quick. I need everything in its right place, named correctly in its right folder. Unused programs? Forget about it. I spent about three days tweaking my laptop to how I wanted it before I even actually used it. If I add a new program that integrates with another, everything has to be right or I can’t use the program. For example, in Picasa your photos get sorted into chronological order and also by name (it has a “face matching” feature). Guess who spent HOURS tagging the pictures and making sure they were dated correctly when I started the program for the first time? Guess who hasn’t used the program yet? I took more time fidoodling it than I did using it!
Organizing work projects is a disaster. I will plan ahead what needs to be done, but I get sidetracked every damn time by mini-projects that can be added to the original one. For example, I needed to make labels for the freezer at my restaurant job. Once I got going I realized I should add shelf lives to the labels. So I had to go print out the shelf life guide. While I was there I printed out the recipe guides so I could rearrange the foods in order of how they are used. While rearranging, some of the shelves were dirty so I left to get the cleaner. When I got to the cleaning products they were all messy and half-used so I combined the half-bottles to make full bottles. Then I was called to the front for something. Needless to say someone else ended up labeling the freezer.
I’m like the husband in “Sleeping With the Enemy” without the crazy…okay, who am I kidding?
Homework is just as bad. I get all anxious that if I miss a certain sentence in my notes that will be the one fact I don’t have when doing a test, and I end up pretty much transcribing the entire chapter to my notes. Today I did three pages of homework. Three. It took me two hours.
But there is nothing more obsessive, nothing more time consuming and more detail-orienting than my IPod.
I will use any excuse to put Paul Frank on my blogs!
Anyone who has an IPod kind of knows how it works: you add music from your computer from ITunes, and BAM it goes on your IPod. No. Not mine. That would be far too easy!
You see, sometimes the “Artist” tab will say “30 Seconds To Mars” instead of “30 Seconds to Mars” and the IPod notices it and makes two different bands. One Nine Inch Nails song will have the genre of “Industrial” while another will have “Hard Rock” and it will split up all my NIN songs into different genres. Sometimes one song on an album will be “track 2 of 8” while another will say “track 4 of 9”. Sometimes the album covers will be different even though it’s the same album.
Because of this, I have only gotten up to the “F” artists on my IPod. I rarely even use the damn thing because only 1/4 of my songs are even on there! Yet to just copy and paste all my songs over and throw caution to the wind breaks me out in a cold sweat. There’s just no way!
Am I the only crazy one out there that does this? I mean, is there something that you HAVE to do in a certain way or you freak out? I don’t really bring up OCD stuff to my therapist since there is SO MANY MORE pressing issues. I mean, this I can somewhat manage even though it sucks up so much time!