Dazz wrote:I'm "semi"-ocd I guess, if people are coming in I need to assure myself once they are gone I can clean up to back how I want things, but I don't mind the presence of servicemen in my place, I am very aware of them being around but I try to minimize their existence as much as I can e.g. once I had to have a new bathtub, and I showed him the bathroom, I might have asked if he wanted a cup of tea, but whatever I did or didn't say, I just closed the living room door and watched some tv, or show or film, probs while on laptop. I cool it with the Hitler speeches over my speakers and the extreme pornography when people are working inside but overall I just do the courtesy thing I learned of asking if they want a cup of tea and then I leave them be to do my thing...it mostly is fine, unless they start using drills and other power tools that make insufferable noise.
The cleaning up was the worst. One of my cats has FIV (feline AIDS) so my no shoes policy is more than just OCD. I had to mop the entire place with disinfectant, then, once that dried, go over it with hot water because I have chemical-OCD. And yes, they used power tools. Drills, sawzalls, and a welding torch. Plaster dust everywhere, including piles of it where they cut through walls. I probably shortened the life of my vacuum cleaner by at least a year: no vacuum, no matter how many filters it has, can deal with plaster dust. It's too fine. Not to mention toxic. I live in an old building.
By the way are you on or off the Trump Train these days? I never could tell. I'm assuming you can't stand the guy, but respect some of his rhetoric.
His comments about immigration threatening the fabric of Europe were probably the most frightening thing he's said yet. He's already garnered a rabid following of pond scum here in the US, and those comments are sure to reach people worldwide who find resonance in them.
Also, what happens in three or seven years when he becomes a private citizen? He's certainly never going to jail no matter what he should be found guilty of. What happens when a loose cannon such as him leaves office with all those presidential secrets?
This is all like a really good movie. It would be better if I didn't feel I was an extra in one of the nuclear annihilation scenes.
muaddib wrote:I could see how OCD would make it worse (because people are inevitably interfering with your habits and normal structure), but I'd say it's not even necessarily a pathological thing. I'm guessing normal people get this way too; maybe they're just a little less drained by it. It's pretty much an invasion of someone's private, sweat-pants and rage-face life by public expectations to be a shiny, happy person.
OCD was pretty much the crux of my problem with the whole thing. I'm both a neat freak and a clean freak, so, with three workmen in here ######6 up my apartment it was the perfect storm.
I anticipated that their presence alone would keep me from being able to concentrate, but I spent most of the time writing. Surprisingly, I was able to really lose myself in it. I was aware they were there, of course, but it wasn't as intrusive as I'd imagined.
It helped that they spoke no english, so they couldn't try to chat me up. That would have probably sent me over the edge. I'm proud of myself: No beer today. Just half a xanax, but that's pretty much an everyday thing.
Funny enough, when I first saw "servicemen," I thought of military personnel and was like, "Wait, isn't that what the 3rd Amendment is for?"
I was waiting for someone to say "serviceperson", to which I would have replied: "Lick me."