I’m a little OCD. Not to the point that I wash my hands 25 times in a row to make sure they’re really clean (and please know I’m not mocking anyone who does have it that seriously). But, as I say, I’m a little OCD. I have my little rituals and get physically uncomfortable when my rituals are interrupted.
Like when I go to the Tar.get by my home. There’s a specific way I have to go through the store. If I must, I can go in, buy the one thing I need, and leave. Not often, though. Normally I go in the door by the grocery side, get a cart, walk through the store to the electronics side. I look at the DVD’s that are on the end caps. Then I go down the aisle between the electronics side and the office supplies etc. side. Then I go up the other side of the office supplies etc. side. Then I go through the section where they have the dollar stuff. Then I look at all the handbags, scarves, wallets. Then I look at pajamas. Then I walk past the jewelry section, and down that aisle (which is clothing on the left and housewares on the right. And I walk up the next aisle, through the seasonal section, down that aisle, and then I do the grocery shopping, which means I go up and down every aisle. And then I go back across the front of the store. If my favourite checker is there, I’ll go stand in his line. Otherwise I just go to any old line and check out.
It’s awful. It’s stressy.
When I go to a restaurant, I have to sit on a certain side of the table/booth. It distresses me when I have to sit on the other side.
I have a great sister. When we were out on Friday, I had to walk through Hobby Lobby a certain way. And when we went to lunch, I had to sit on the right side of the table. And when we went to Target, I had to walk through it my special way. She’s kind and patient with me. I really appreciate that. Thank you, Izzybella!!!!!!!