Do no evil

Having OCD is a trap. And in my case, its a self-made trap. If you’re like me, obsessing over very specific, seemingly unnecessary details in your immediate environment, and getting compulsive about doing it all yourself, then things do begin to take on the color of a disorder, bordering on the serious kinds.

I like having things in order. Which is to say, things must be dust free, in neat rows, at right angles, just the way they should be. Our shoes and slippers must be in a straight line, the dining table must be clutter-free, the centre table must be aligned with edges running parallel to the mattresses on one side and the 2-seater on the other, the kitchen counter must be crumb-free, the drip tray by the sink cleared out as soon as the dishes are reasonably dry, the stove spotless and the shelves dust-free. The list goes on. Even in my sparsely furnished home, I manage to find enough to obsess over. And sometimes it means I spend all weekend ensuring that things are up to the mark. By my standards.

Its all great to have high standards of order and cleanliness. But when you’re not the only one in your home anymore, it begins to be a pain in the gluteus maxims. Literally and figuratively. Because it gets insanely exhausting just keeping up with yourself. My maid comes in, does her thing and leaves. And I sit and spend an additional 4 hours cleaning up after her. Don’t ask what or why. Ask the husband, and he’ll tell you I’m off my rocker. Almost every Saturday I take virtually my entire kitchen apart, clean it up and put everything back in order. Neatly aligning rows of boxes, making mugs point the same direction, and other such nonsensical things. I obsess over how the laundry ought to be, going through a pre-decided set of actions. Bring laundry bag to washing machine, sort clothes into 2 piles, unfold sleeves, check pockets, load machine, fill in soap, connect plug, set dials, push start.

I could go on but this you get the idea. I’m obsessive, and this is just the slightly sane side of things. Life gets dicey when I find that when I wake up at 2 am for a drink of water, trudge up to the fridge peering through slit eyes, I grab a few sips of water, and unfortunately catch a glimpse of the loaf of bread that is on the bottom shelf, as opposed to the side of the top shelf, I soon find myself kneeling down, forcing my eyes open, sorting the fridge out, making space on the top shelf by rearranging things in order of size and then feel like all is well in the universe again. After all, balance in the universe depends on the insides of my fridge, doesn’t it?

So you get my drift. The problem with suffering from OCD is that you dig yourself into a hole that you can’t get out of. You get so deep you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. You set high standards and you wish everyone around you would match them. When they try and help and pitch in, you follow them undoing and redoing whatever they do. You tend not to trust anyone to do as good a job as you would yourself. So you do the worst thing you possibly can: you supervise. You hover over shoulders, crane your neck to get a quick look, you micromanage, you clean and over clean, you sort, you dust, you arrange. You spend your weekend housework-ing and then wonder why you never have any time to chill. You fill your day with all the cleaning you cant otherwise do, constantly finding something to tidy up. And what is does eventually is leaves you feeling very, very exhausted.

So while I am anal about the way I keep my home, I have over the months grown to hate housework, simply because I have turned it into a tiring bloody job even for myself. So to make amends, I have decided that I seriously need to let go and chill out. And get a life. This past Saturday was a small beginning. I mean, there’s more to Saturdays than feeling blissed that the kitchen counter is spotless. Wish me luck, this is going to be as hard for me as it is for an alcoholic going into rehab. And until I make serious progress and change my behavior, this is going to be my mantra. Repeat after me:

Advertisements

12 thoughts on “Do no evil

  1. Is it diagnosed that you have OCD? Because this is a serious condition. Many of us obsess about orderliness and cleanliness but that does not mean we have OCD. The best example of OCD was Jack Nicholson in ‘As good as it gets’. Also there is a difference between OCD and OCD syndrome, the latter is a lighter version of the former. Anyways the rest of your post is so true…

    • Nahinn re, I have obsessive tendencies when it comes to cleanliness and orderliness, but its not diagnosed as a disorder as yet. That was my sarcasm, to express how tiring it is for me to keep up with my own tendencies. I do have some minor Jack Nicholson tendencies too, though. Like walking on tiles and not stepping on lines, aligning picture frames etc :)

  2. Ha ha. Well, if you are enjoying your OCD-ing then why not, I say. Our housekeeping has gone down to levels where Saturday seems mostly free but for an hour of straightening things out. Though now we have to call the service guy for the washing machine every two months, to take coins stuck in the machine. Maybe, time to up the ante..

    • But thats exactly the thing Anita! Im all up for neatening and tidying in moderate levels. I love it. But my levels of obsession have gone out of control and its becoming exhausting, and thats no fun anymore :(

  3. I could give you a hug – for being a soul sister, for making me realize I am not the only one suffering from this, and for giving me some hope that it can be cured. I am still way off from stepping out on weekends and getting a life. Am still correcting the angles of my single seater sofas, center-aligning the photo frame on my side stand and ensuring the carpet is aligned exactly parallel to the tile lining on the floor!!

  4. I was having multiple heart attacks after every single paragraph. And then I reached the last one, and I felt the world turned sane again :P
    You go Reva! Kick some ass and go chill. YOU STAY IN GOA FOR GODSAKE!
    (wishful looks)

    ;-)

  5. Pingback: Curse of the Squeaky Clean God kind « hAAthi

  6. Pingback: Day 80: On unlearning and re-learning order | hAAthi Time

Pour your thoughts over mine

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s