perfection

i was at home waiting for my friend, A., to drop past. i got out of the shower, got dressed and went into the kitchen. i studied the fruit basket and decided on a Granny Smith apple.

i picked it up...

peeled off the sticker...

looked to see what my mum was doing (watching tv) and if dad was having a non computer moment (nope - booking flights for us on his laptop)

and stuck it on another apple in the fruit bowl.

i came into my room chomping on the apple to find an sms from my friend saying that i am 'perfection.'

uh-huh.

and it's not just that. there are rules to follow. i have a habit, i realised, of sticking orange stickers on other oranges, mandarine stickers on other mandarines etc etc. and only if it's the last in the bowl do i actually make the enormous effort of turning around and putting it in the bin. if that's not OCD, i don't know what is.

and if there's only a banana and an orange left in the bowl... well you can't go sticking an orange sticker on a banana. you have to throw it out.

the craziest part of it all is that i actually don't have OCD. i've seen many people with OCD, and there's not a shadow of a doubt that i don't have it. which means - i am just crazy, and far, far away from perfection. plus - if someone asked me to do something out of the routine i would do it - i just prefer doing it my way

and at the end of the week, when there's one lonely apply left in the fruit bowl, it's covered in a week's worth of stickers. and i'll be awoken by my brother standing over my bed shaking a sticker-covered apple at my face, yelling like a madman, 'THROW THEM IN THE BIN!'