She had an obsession with neatness. She could not stand disorder and disorganization at home. Not only at home, but everywhere she happened to be. She had not been diagnosed, but she was aware that she had developed compulsiveness to untidiness when she happened to encounter it at work or home.
She would take any chance to grab a piece of rag and start rubbing at the furniture or any other appliance with insistence. Anywhere she would notice a diminutive piece of dust on a doorknob, the carpet, windows or any other spot, she would try to make the little filth disappear from sight.
Neatness Around the house
Compulsion for Cleanliness
She did not remember at what date or time in her life this obsession for cleanliness made its appearance. All she remember is that she hated to see any trace of of dirt around her. She would take her shoes off and leave them just outside of the front door, before getting inside. This was the kind of lifestyle that best suited her.
She had heard about the disease known as obsessive compulsive disorder, and she knew that her behavior was not normal or common in her society. However, her compulsiveness did not bother her at all, and she was not going to consult a health care professional. She was pleased from seeing order and tidiness around her, specially at home.
From Another Perspective
Seeing Things from Another Perspective
She would come inside her home and she would stare at every corner, searching for any signs of dirt. This did not seem normal for other members of her family, but they had gotten used to this eccentricity of hers. Someone would ask the following question;
¨Why do you do that?¨
¨I like seeing things from another perspective,¨ would be her response, convinced of the impact of her words to others.
¨Some kind of freedom and certainty,¨ she could add.
Her self assurance, would calm the curiosity of others and she could always continue doing what she thought was best for her.
Spill of Wine on the Table
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Spill of Wine on the Table
This, did not prevented her from living a normal social life. She was single and attractive and would always accept invitations to go out with male or female friends.
Her obsession did not interfere with her having a little fun once in a while. She agreed with friends to go out for some drinks and dinner;
¨And so the story goes,¨ one of her friends said.
¨One day, Cinderella was allowed to distract herself and wear different clothes for one night, but this did not took away the nature off her,¨ he concluded and spilled a glass of wine on the table.
Contrary to what others thought of her, she did not move a finger at all for that incident. She let the waiter do the corresponding job and let the night developed as it should.
Impeccable Hotel Reception
Impeccable Hotel Reception
She had a job as a receptionist at a hotel. The reception, like most of the receptions, looked neat, but hers was special, as a result of her good habit. This did not prevent that from time to time a little unwanted stain invaded the limits of her working place. She was prepared for the instance, and would always have the utensils at hand for the eventuality.
¨So you keep this place neat, ha? ¨ asked the manager.
¨No problem, it´s a pleasure to have one´s own working place free of filth, ¨ she replied.
The hotel´s parking space had a grassed area around with trees. Over the trees one could always watch birds nesting or flying form tree to tree. This caused that sooner or later the bird´s pooh darted down, reaching some of the cars parked.
Not every day, but once or twice a week, she would discover bird´s pooh dyed on the windshield.
¨I don´t hate them for this, ¨ she reflected.
¨Anyway, what would it be without the birds flapping and jumping form tree to tree, making those chirping noises,¨ she added to her thinking.
Her car, from the inside looked, looked impeccably clean. Maintaining it like that gave her self-assurance. She would always have cleaning equipment in the car´s compartment for that purpose. As soon as she opened the passenger´s car, she grabbed a clean rag and passed it over the steering wheel, before starting the car.
From behind the steering wheel and through the windshield she could contemplate the sunset in the horizon and a flock of birds migrating to the south, escaping the extreme cold weather of the winter season.
Dead Birds Everywhere
On a given day, she was invited to go to a nearby friend´s house, where she noticed a flock of birds flying eerily in the whereabouts. She wanted to see the exact spot of the birds flying and walked toward that location of the big patio. She noticed a dark room which seemed as if it had not been opened for years.
She walked inside. Unsurprisingly, the room was filled with dust everywhere, but there was something strange in the ambient which made her become curious about exploring it a bit more. When she got to the very end of the room, she discovered what seemed an empty room and at the very end of that room the words;
¨Dead Birds Everywhere,¨
which could have been written by someone wanting to play a joke.
There were birds everywhere around outside of that room, that was a fact, but who or what had killed them, that was a mystery and who had written the message on that door was yet another mystery, which she was not going to bother discovering.
She returned home after saying goodbye to her friend. She was about to insert the key to the front door´s knob, when something landed just besides her shoes. It was the feather of a bird.
¨Maybe that´s true, there are birds everywhere,¨ she pondered.
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