I’ve realised recently that I have some sort of obsessive compulsive disorder. Trivial OCD, yes, but it’s still there. It’s apparent in several ways:
- I can’t watch people at work use an interactive whiteboard if it isn’t exactly calibrated. Even if the pen and the on-screen pointer are merely millimetres out of alignment, it drives me up the wall. I genuinely can’t watch them operate it, and last week I actually stood up in the middle of a meeting, took the pen from the speaker, and calibrated the board myself as I couldn’t go on.
- All sets of stairs must have a handrail or bannister. This isn’t for safety reasons, as I rarely use it anyway, it’s just in my head I can’t abide seeing them without one.
- Games, CDs, DVDs and books must not, ever, be organised alphabetically. Usually, alphabetically arranging such items is a “socially acceptable” OCD, but in my case I insist they’re not. I can arrange by type, by date, by subject – but never, ever, alphabetically. It makes me uneasy.
I’m not the only one, right?
