I’ve always been a neat and tidy person. I take great comfort in being in an organized and orderly environment. Therapists would surely say it’s my way of controlling my surroundings – something that often bubbles to the surface particularly when my life seems to be slightly out of control.
For the life of my I can’t figure out why other people aren’t the same way. Why wouldn’t everyone want to live like this? And why in the heck did I marry someone who is the exact opposite? Was I secretly trying to punish myself? So many questions…
The hardest thing for me is that I have to remind myself constantly that other people aren’t deliberately messy just to annoy me. Coffee spills, piles of discarded dirty clothes, muddy shoes trampled across my freshly vacuumed floor, really bad toilet aim…the list goes on and on. I take all of these actions as personal slaps in my face, yet should I?
I’m obsessively clean and have neither the intention, nor inclination to change…I can accept that. I embrace it. He’s obsessively messy…do I have to accept that? Isn’t obsessively clean so much better than obsessively dirty anyway?