Anaxagoras wrote:Except for what jacks said about washing his hands after shaking hands, are these things really "OCD"?
Wouldn't anyone be annoyed by someone taking a big bite out of the side of a pack of bubblegum tape (unless it's your bubblegum tape, in which case I don't really care how you treat your stuff).
You're missing the point.
Someone with OCD would be bothered by the lack of symmetry left lying there. Most would simply close the case so they wouldn't have to look at it. I could picture an extreme OCD pealing off the outer layers, rolling them up, and arranging the rolls in order of increasing size. At the end of the video, the guy appears to have patched the empty space in the roll with chewed gum (gross).
I don't really consider it a disorder unless you really can't control it, as in you have a pants-pissing Rain Main sort of melt down if your obsession isn't satisfied.
I feel stressed when I see things out of place, but I can turn my attention elsewhere to relieve it. When order is restored, my brain rewards me with a tiny squirt of dopamine. Mmmm, dopamine!
Wish I could make a pie out of dopamine.
My wife and kids have a disorder in which they are incapable of f****** closing cabinets and drawers. Every time I go into the kitchen, just about every drawer and cabinet is wide open. We also have a "Lazy Susan".
I figure its called that because Susan was too lazy to close the damn thing.
Every time I pass through the kitchen, I close all the cabinets and drawers. Every.....damn.....time. Of course I get after them, and yell at them to close the cabinets and drawers themselves, but if I'm not there to do that, they won't, ever. It's as if they see it as my job.
I like seeing symmetry and order in things. When my wife and kids occupy an area, they clutter it up. It's a true yin-yang sort of relationship. As soon as they see a nice, clean table, they must
pile crap onto it. Sometimes the wife takes them shopping and I immediately go to work cleaning up the place. I never have enough time to clean everything, so I usually focus on one room.
I'll never forget one time when the wife took the kids to visit some of her family in Australia for a month. It took two weeks, but I got the whole house clean. I was high as a kite on dopamine. It was awesome. I could actually leave the house for work and come home at the end of the day to a clean and orderly house, just the way I left it. For two whole weeks, I actually felt good after opening my front door.
Al Bundy used to pause and take a deep breath before opening his front door. That's me.
There's a reason why we don't keep an axe in the kitchen.