The OCD in each of us.

I am not OCD unless you consider my seeming to think all dirty socks should live on the floor and not in the laundry basket an indicator (which means that every teenager and every male of the species is OCD). Funny thing is that I am noticing clear signs of OCD in the everyday actions of folks around me, including myself. The best part about this is the absolute ridiculousness of this "OCD light". Example:

• If I wear "the wrong shoes" to work I feel off. Not that I particularly like my work shoes, but with my boots on (like today) I find it very difficult to focus on anything but my footwear.
• Sugar cubes for my coffee, not packets or spoons. I know there is no difference, but coffee with cubes is just right.
• My parking spot. If someone parks in "my spot" the entire day is just off.

Seriously, does it really matter that my knees are a little higher when I sit at my desk? Why does the purl of the boot sock draw my mind away from the meeting? IT IS JUST FOOTWEAR! And yet it ruled my day.

I know I am not alone in these tendencies. I see it in church, in restaurants, at the grocery store. We are creatures of habit to the point of distraction. We need to remember this when we are dealing with others.