A Slob with OCD?

I don’t think I’ve touched on my so called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder before. I say so called because while I joke that I have OCD I don’t think I actually do. I can be extremely obsessive when the mood strikes me though. When the OCD is kicking things have to be done a certain way and in a certain order. As evidenced by the semi-permanent state of disorganized clutter I live in the mood does not strike too often.

I am tempted to say that I want to tap into this apparent OCD more. If I did my house, office, garage, etc would finally be organized. The problem is that with right place comes right order. I can’t say what that order is, but I know when I’m in the middle of one. It takes very conscious effort to short circuit this route I must take. It goes something like this. To wash the dishes I have to collect all the dishes to the right side of the sink. This includes all the random coffee mugs, plates, glasses, coke cans and Topo Chico bottles around the house. While I’m doing the collecting I have to clean the counter tops. Then if the recycling or trash is full I have to take that out. This is why I can be in the kitchen for an hour and it looks like I’ve done barely a handful of dishes. I think this combined with what I talked about in my blog “My Mom Thinks I’m Lazy” explains what drives me fairly well.

I have to respect my limited human nature. I cannot do it all. The level of perfection my so called OCD requires is beyond my capacity to reach. It seems one slip though and soon things are spiraling out of control and I end up with a garage I cannot even walk through let alone park a car in. How do I find balance between doing everything and doing nothing?