Hi. My name is DiTucci and I'm a neatfreak.
Friday Feb 24, 2006
(Everyone responds: Hi DiTucci.)
The first step is admitting you have a problem, right? I admit that I do have what I call "flare ups" now and then where I want everything in the house neat and tidy. I used to actually call these OCD flare ups but someone pointed out that since I don't actually have OCD, I may offend someone who actually does have OCD. Heck, if I'm going to make fun of myself, I should do it in a politically correct way. About two years ago, I realized the effect my neatfreak behavior was having on my friends. It was the morning after my bachelorette party. Well, I had two of them and no, I won't be blogging about those. Bachelorette party #1 ended with me hydrated and tucked into bed. The next morning, I woke up with no hangover (amazing) and found one of my friends sleeping on the couch.
"Morning!" I yell at her to wake her up and be annoying as I walk past her into the kitchen. I've known her for a long time and we've each earned the right to be annoying to each other.
"Yup." She said (I think). It was kind of a leave-me-alone-groan-type-response.
"Want some water?" I ask.
"I already have some." I walk into the room and she sits up. She rubs her eyes and tries to wake up.
"Do you know what a good friend I am?" She asks me. Eek, now I'm worried that I caused some type of problem last night. My sister already told me that I was a happy drunk and the van driver we had (of course none of us drove, we're responsible folk here) carried me from the van b/c I decided it was time to go to sleep a bit early. (That was after the van driver took out someone's side view mirror as we drove down a narrow road in Boston. Don't worry, he stopped and took care of it.) She didn't mention anything else though.
"Uh, oh. What did I do last night?"
She laughs and says, "You didn't do anything. Last night when we got to your house, I was so tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. I went into the kitchen and got some water. I put it on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. Then, in my pissed state, I felt wrong. I realized that I didn't put a coaster under the glass of water and remembered that I was in your house. Fear came over me. So, I got back up and fumbled around in the dark until I found the coasters in your drawer. Then I went to sleep."
"That's why I love you." I told her.
"You've got issues."
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Posted by skrocki on February 24, 2006 at 06:24 PM EST #