Selective OCD

I am peculiar. There's no doubt about that. It never really bothers me, but occasionally I'll stop and consider the oddities that make up Me. For example, I like to do cartwheels down the office corridor on Fridays when everyone else has left. Sometimes I even do it when I know there are still people there...it's kind of a rush.

However, sometimes I wonder if I can diagnose individual parts of my mind as OCD. This occurs to me every time I work at Fox and Hound. We have drink racks in the back (see photo for example). Well, I cannot bring myself to place a glass in the rack unless it makes the design (if you will) symmetric. I will even remove glasses and re-rack them to create said design. Now, if we are slow, it gets even worse. I will make smiley faces, anchors, chess boards, etc. You have to admit this is sounding a bit lame...ish.

I realized the seriousness of the situation last night when I was behind one of our new girls in the dish room. I had a handful of glasses my last trip back and had managed to start a nice looking setup. Clearly, the best option to place her one glass was in the top right. Nope, she didn't even notice the obvious pattern, and shoved it awkwardly in whatever spot was convenient. I actually said (to my later horror), "Gah, I mean, not there" then reached and grabbed it and put it in its rightful place. Now, I said it in a laughing tone, and explained to her why, which amused her thoroughly. However, I can't help but wonder what was going on in her head... especially since the only words I had previously spoken to her were, "Hi, my name is Kelly!" See, now don't you believe me when I say I'm peculiar?

After my shift last night, I had an interesting talk about this odd habit with My Man. I don't think he knew what drink racks were, so he couldn't actually picture what I was doing in his head. However, he brought up an excellent point that sheds some light on why I am the way I am. To keep myself from butchering his eloquence by trying to quote him, I'll paraphrase! Basically, he said that we pick up little habits to keep from leading such a boring and ho-hum life. So instead of complaining about how blah my life is, I make up these little internal games to maintain the equilibrium that is my sanity.