I have issues. Which I’m sure doesn’t surprise any of you. But really… small, inconsequential things bother me. Like if the cabinet door is open? I must close it. Small things that reside on my desk? Must be put in some type of linear order. Colored candy? If possible, I must be eat it by color in order of smallest amount to largest amount. There are more.
I don’t know why I’m like this, but I am. This is why the hotel room I’m staying in this weekend is driving me crazy. Exhibit no. 1:
The shower curtain has a detachable section. I’m not sure why. I guess it makes it easier for them to clean between guests. The problem is that when they re-attached the one in my room they did it backwards and it makes all of the snaps look all twisted and wrong instead of laying flat. I haven’t fixed it yet, but I can’t promise that I won’t before I leave.
Exhibit no. 2:
Looks nice, right? WRONG! That is not how I arranged my stuff in the bathroom. I had everything set up in the order I use it with hair items on one side (next to the outlet) and my makeup on the other side. Now everything is blocking the outlet and where am I supposed to set my super hot flat iron? Next to the makeup? I don’t think so.
Like I wrote above, completely inconsequential. None of this matters in the grand scheme of things and I know that I should just let it roll off, but it seriously drives me insane.
Please tell me I’m not alone. What are little things that drive you crazy?
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If you have issues…well, I’m a goner.
I think it’s from being the oldest of 3 girls, but I don’t like people to touch my stuff.
Like in my office area…don’t be going in there if I’m not in and moving stuff around. Don’t leave crap in my chair and don’t put sticky notes on my monitor.
You have no idea how sticky notes on my monitor simply infuriate me.
That has never bothered me before, but now that Cady is getting older she likes to go in my room and use my hairdryer and my comb and it drives me insane. I try not to let it bother me too much, but I’m getting to the point of putting a “stay out” sign on my bedroom door.
My kids rooms can be a complete mess but the clothes in the closet must be organized..all clothes facing the correct way. all same style clothing hung together-long sleeve shirts with collars, long sleeve shirts w/o, short sleeve polos, short sleeve ts, tank tops etc. Sometimes i will even organize within those categories by color…and yet we can’t find their damn shoes and i lose my keys and phone ALL the time!
You just described my dream closet. Seriously. Mine is not like that, but I LOVE it if it were.
Robbie, My closet is the same exact way yours is!! I love that we all have some form of OCD together!!
I just fell in love with you a little more! I can’t stand open drawers, doors, cupboards…drives me insane! They were made to be closed!! Also, I have everything lined up on my desk in a certain way and if someone uses something and puts it back out of place, I start to twitch a little. Really, as I write this, there are way too many things to put down and I am sure someone would turn me in to the local psych ward!
I’m sure I have a ton more if I actually sat down and thought about it for a while.
Come, now. Sounds to me like you just like a little order.
As for me…
Heads: People move my stuff because, “She’s always losing things; I’ll help her.”
Tails: I have a place for the fingernail clippers. They are mine. People know about it. Get them. Don’t return them. Bitch because they can’t find them next time.
Seriously, I am about to have a stroke thinking about it.
I LOVE order.
Sooo glad to know I’m not the only one who counts and sorts the M&Ms/Skittles/etc before eating them! I seriously cannot eat this kind of candy in a dark movie theater because it will bother me soo much to not eat all of the same kind in ascending groups.
I normally only eat them at conferences or in the office where I can lay them out on my desk and see what color I’m eating.
I have to close cabinets, but leave drawers open. I really don’t know why,
That’s just crazy talk.
My pillow case openings have to face away from the door or I can’t leave the room!
I like my pillow case opening to face opposite directions towards the outside of the bed, but I flip mine when I actually go to bed. Of course I hardly ever make the bed so that one isn’t that big of a deal for me.
When I play a card game with my family, I rearrange their cards once on the table if they don’t lay them in the order I think they should (a rummy game, and I like it a certain way). And I obsessively straighten the stack.
I wrote a whole post about my little tics a long time ago. I’m pretty sure we all have these issues of some sort.
My dad & I call this “the disease” & often remark “it’s all part of the disease”. Poking a little fun at our OCD tendencies. My dad would use a yard stick to make the space between rows of motor oil uniform. Both my dad & I are step counters – can’t help it. We have a certain set of “kid” bowls that came as a set, in rainbow order. You can bet they’re still in rainbow order when I put them away. I used to get REALLY crazy with the kids toys – now I’m a little less crazy; I like to make sure it has all it’s pieces & have been known to go a little bonkers looking for a stray piece. I blame some of this on being a stay-at-home mom & my need for little bits of control with 3 children. Don’t even get me started on the “proper” (AKA “my”) way to load the dishwasher…
Girl. …. I love you. Have you ever heard of OCD? Have you researched it? Don’t. I love you to much. Live in bliss
xo!
I have to have things in a certain place in the dishwasher and if someone else comes along and loads it, I move the stuff to where it is “supposed” to go. Yeah.
Lots of little things drive me crazy. I’m terrible when it comes to little things. I have too many to even list them.
My list would mainly be of things other people do that irk the absolute hell out of me: gum popping, socks with sandals/flip flops, socks with open toe shoes, and women who refuse to acknowledge that convertible bras exist (racerback shirt should equal racerback bra, not your regular bra whose entire back I can see). Seriously. You have no idea how much this bothers me, especially on strangers to whom I can’t just spew my discontent.
As for around the house, I am a counter. I count steps and rearrange words in my head. My trash cans have to be on the right side of the sink. I refuse to eat the white Smarties and can only eat certain colored Skittles together. If only green is left, they’re in the trash. I hate when my girls use my hair products ON THEIR DOLLS. Oh, hell naw.
Hey I have some really weird things that I NEED to be in a certain way.. glad I’m not alone!
Oh… that shower curtain would have driven me crazy. It woulda been fixed the first day.