Compulsive. Overly cautious. Highly exaggerated. That's me. I feel it intensify whenever I have comparatively less work to do. Terrifying. It is one thing to be meticulous. To be extremely meticulous is another thing altogether. My aunt told me once "Don't fret dear. It is in the genes." I reflected upon her words. Somehow it made sense. Bah! She had a point. My second uncle arms himself with a cleaning cloth whenever he has guests in the house. Each time their 'filthy' hands touch the surface of his glass table, his brassy doorknob, the shiny tap; straight he goes to the 'infected surface' and with vigorous motions, begins wiping them to get the gleam back on. My fourth aunt has taken to 'combing' the tassles on her cushions and carpet; just as we would our hair! My third uncle has the habit of splashing cleaning acid all over the bathroom once forthnightly. I have the habit of lining all the furnitures in the house based on accurate measurements of the tiles.
Is it really in the genes? What do I call it? Extreme cleaning disorder? |
