That as age comes upon me I become more set in my ways: If you aren't in a room, turn off the lights. Closet doors should be shut at all time. Toilet seats are down before flushing and after using them. Shoes off at the front/back door or at least wipe your feet. Inside, you wear house shoes of some sort -- furry, flip flop whatever as long as they are clean. No appliances on the kitchen counters. When the evening meal is being enjoyed no one should leave the table until everyone has had their enjoyment. The majority of my idiosyncrasies are NOT hereditary. They are my diseases and mine alone. My mom never made me take off my shoes, I did it on my own. The toilet seats were always up at our home but not by my hands, I always put them down. My parent's closet door was always open, mine was always closed. The way I clean I learned myself. When the kids in my neighborhood were out skipping and breaking windows, I was washing and re-hanging curtains and cleaning the windows. Now mind you, my parents were not pigs, I would have never allowed that. I quickly broke my dad from emptying his pockets onto the dining room table. I would take the items and hide them -- trying to teach the lesson if you put things where they are not supposed to be they will disappear.
I know what you are thinking - holy canoli, she's a perfect freak. Freak yes, perfect not. I have a habit of washing clothes, emptying the contents into the dryer, turing it on & leaving the items in the dryer for a couple of days - at least they are clean. I can not concentrate on one task before starting another - I will begin cleaning the baseboards and then see a spot on the floor, then the mirrors, then the dogs. I undeniably detest unloading the dishwasher.
The point in play: Bedtime nears. I need complete quiet, clean feet, stillness, absolute dark, to fall asleep on my side, full covers & a ceiling fan on full blast. My diseases, my behavior. I can't help it. Seems simple enough right? But what if your partner can sleep with the TV on, with no covers, snores, fidgets with their feet & legs and can have lights on directly above the bed? His diseases, his behavior. He can't help it. How is this even compatibility?
Oh yeah, one more - NO WIRE HANGERS. Pray for me.
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7 comments:
I'm the same way about bed time - no lights whatsoever (I FINALLY got used to my digital clock), lots of covers, frigid room. I say your partner needs to get with YOUR program on this LOL.
The shoe thing would never work here though - then we'd be tripping all over each other's shoes.
I do most everything you said, lights off, closet doors, toilet seat, keep things clean.... You're not alone!
I hate open closet doors too...maily because they freak me out...
Felix & Oscar! you are the odd couple!
Prayers in progress young sister!
OCD... It's okay I love you enough to do a ritual of washing my hands 8 times and turn around in a circle for 4 times...even numbers do you feel better?
You sound EXACTLY like me. Omigoodness, I thought I was the only person in the world like that. In fact, you sound PERFECT.
And another thing, when the evening meal is being enjoyed -- no kitchen cupboards should be open, and all the dishes that were used to cook the dinner should be in the dishwasher, and the counters tidy.
One of my pet peeves is when I go out for dinner with friends, and the waiter comes along and takes away the plates of the folks who have finished first. No, no, no...! Wait until every has finished.
I think you have done a fine job of summing up issues of incompatability for those of us in our thirties. I worried about this terribly after my divorce. When we are younger, and we fall in love, we are so willing to compromise on so many things, because, well, we are in love. In our thirties, we just become less and less willing to compromise on fewer and fewer things. We all have our lives the way we like them. I don't have any answers. But I am fascinated by the observation.
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