Every once in a while, my husband will do me a solid and make the bed before he goes to work in the morning. It's always appreciated! There's just something about the effort he makes that gives me the feeling of being loved and cherished. He took the time to make the bed, to make a good-will gesture.
Any woman worth her salt will tell you that there are few things sexier than a man who is/was/ or is going to clean. Rawr!
Yet, every morning after he leaves, I fix the bed he's made. It's rumpled and bumpy and the comforter is not pulled taught and this bugs me. It shouldn't but it does. I try to leave it alone. I know I should so I walk away but not fixing it is like trying not to scratch a mosquito bite. You know you shouldn't do it but it's impossible not to!
Every time I walk through my room, the bumpy bed taunts me and my eyes start to twitch. Must. Straighten. Bed covers! Even when I walk away and go downstairs to distance myself from it's imperfection, I know it's up there being rumpled and the idea of it gnaws at my brain.
This is what is referred to in mental health circles as "obsessive." Some might even call it a little crazy. I wish it were easier. One of these days I'm going to actually do it. I'm going to leave the bed that way all day long and try to survive without my head exploding!
What about you? Do you have any weird compulsions? Please share so I won't feel so alone in my craziness :/