OCD In Small Doses
Pea-sized doses, specifically. That’s what my toothpaste instructions say.
Many of you know that I am especially, spectacularly, astounding, head-and-shoulders-above-the-rest (this is the only time I can use that phrase) good at one thing, and it’s obviously not “writing as often as I should”. That’s right, it’s brushing my teeth. This may be a weird talent/hobby/compulsion, but everyone has to be good at something, and I feel that I’m neither short enough to be good at being short nor tall enough to be good at being normal height.
A long time ago (likely within the last year or two, but time and dates and numbers mean little/nothing to me, making me the only person less than enthralled by this) I decided I was going to be incredibly proficient at brushing my teeth. I have progressed to the point at which Stephanie has to actively remind me not to buy things usually found only on the Oral-B Professionals site. I’m not saying that my teeth are any whiter or better-placed than the average girl who went through 3 sets of braces, but I can tell you that I am batting a thousand on the dentist telling me I have unusually clean teeth.
I know this is an incredibly OCD blight on my otherwise spotless ADD reputation, but everyone needs personality flaws goals. At least I’ve got clean teeth.
