Anal, much?

Time and time again, I've been called 'anal' or 'OCD', much to my objection. I prefer the words 'organised' or 'neat', except that it's sometimes organised chaos as opposed to freakishly neat.

I mean, what's wrong with counting the sheets of toilet paper before tearing it off and folding it neatly according to the perforated lines? Or, arranging jars & bottles so that their labels always face outwards, and in accordance to height? I don't see anything wrong with washing my hands 20 times a day (hygiene, duh). Or even, segregating my food into neat sections so that they don't touch, my rice remains in a neat little circle, my food looks presentable and the sauces don't mix, goddammit! Okay. I admit, maybe that last one is just a teeny little overboard.

We all have our little idiosyncrasies. I know someone who plans out her wardrobe colours for every day of the entire year in her little journal. I find that somewhat sickeningly disturbing. And no, she's not a Virgo.

My point is, I did not think I was anal. Until just now, when I was in the midst of putting away all my folded laundry and realised, "Holy shit. I categorise my underwear. Is that normal?" I have one of those drawer organiser boxes, and I'm afraid I do arrange my underwear, according to types - the boylegs, the bikinis, the cheekies, the laceys and the thongs.

I also organise my socks according to type. If you're thinking to yourself, "There are sock types?", you have much to learn. Of course there are different sock types. In the world of Lisha, there are the wooly Explorer socks, crew socks, ankle socks, sports socks, dress socks and leg warmers.

With this realisation, I'm slowly starting to see the light. The bright flashing neon light that screams 'ANAL'. The kind you see outside seedy strip clubs. Except, if you saw this sign outside a strip club, it's an entirely different meaning altogether. Don't ask me why I always steer the topic to sexually related matters. It's a talent.

So yes. To my dearest Justin, whom I will be moving in with in the near future, you and I can be the freakish anal couple everyone finds crazily weird. Sweet anal love. There, I did it again!