Sunday, June 25, 2006 > An "Obsession"?

I am the happiest when I am clean, rid of all impurities. I can't help but sigh over and over again with contentment after a hot shower. This feeling fulfillment and ecstacy... *sighs happily*... I just can't explain it. One of the little niceties in life that make me happy.

A forewarning to those who don't know: I have this "obesession" (I don't believe that is an appropriate word in this context just simply because it gives a negative impression. But can't think of another word at the moment) about cleanliness. I have had many labels thrown at me as a result- anal, pedantic, obsessive, crazy- Well, you get the idea. I have also been told by a soon-to-be psychologist that I have an obsessive compulsive disorder. What's wrong with wanting to be HYGIENICALLY clean?

The ultimate sanctuary is my bed. Thus, has to be the cleanest place of all. NOTHING. NOTHING. (This includes human beings) that has been out of the house/not showered/ soiled is to make contact with my bed. It is beyond me seeing how some people can just get into bed after a long day out. *shudders* Unfortunately, good-for-nothing friends have plopped into my bed, fitted under my covers, sat and rubbed armpits on my pillow and jumped on my bed while unclean. Believe me, my patience was NOT put into practice.

I particularly remember this one time when I decided to challenge this "obesessive" nature of mine. I hopped into bed for an afternoon nap with a sweater that I wore out of the house before. I reeled in bed, trying not to think about it. Images such as black dirt making contact with my quilt and bedsheet filled my mind. In about one minute, I hopped back out of bed and off that sweater went. I chose to suffer the cold rather than soil my clean sheets.

Hhhhmmm.. Maybe I should be the first patient of my soon-to-be psychologist friend.