Today, when I got home, suddenly I had this intense feeling of needing-to-clean. I looked at our kitchen sink which was completely full of unwashed dishes. For the last week, I had done my own dishes in the dishwasher–going through two cycles. Yet, I didn\’t want to deal with dried food on dishes…that were not mine. But the sight of them today drove me insane. I dumped all the dishes into the dishwasher. Then I went on a run to try to get rid of my OCD-ness.

I came back, tired, which was good. But I couldn\’t sit still in front of the TV. So I got up, prepared my food for the week. Then suddenly, I had to clean the counter. Then I had to organize the dining table. I made of a pile for my each of my housemates. And a misc pile. Then I cleaned the microwave. Then I cleaned the counter again.

Fortunately, before I started cleaning the floor, I was able to lead myself upstairs. This sort of reminds me of Bradbury\’s \”The Fruit on the Bottom of the Bowl\”.

EDIT: It\’s ironic that I go nuts like this sometimes considering my room is very messy. I start thinking what I would do with a toothbrush and a bucket of water. It\’s funny that I am this way now when…I used to throw tantrums when my mom always made me put stuff back to \”where they belong\”. At one point, I became stubborn and said that I belonged nowhere except the floor. So I refused to sleep in my bed (because then I would have to return it to back how it was before). But tantrums like those break easily because sometimes you can\’t last that long without getting hungry. I remember giving up after several hours and going downstairs to eat. And my parents didn\’t say a single thing. They knew I wouldn\’t last.