Bookworm616
Well-Known Member
I just got a big lesson in how badly I have OCD.
For the record I hate hate hate community laundry rooms. But I live in an apartment building and I have no choice. I try not to think about it.
But tonight, for the first time, I felt completely violated. I know it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but to me, it is, because I would NEVER do what this b*tch just did to me.
I was about 4 minutes late getting to my clothes that were in the washer. I come to find my towels, all of my clothes and my daughter's clothes (panties, bras, everything) sitting in a ball on top of other washers because she couldn't come back to do her laundry. AND the kicker is, on the other side of the aisle was an open washer. I'm so completely pissed right now.
All I can think of is how, when I go into the laundry room and find that there aren't any open washers, I come back. I don't touch other peoples' clothes.
I feel so completely violated right now. And all I can think about is her (not sure if they're clean) hands on my clean clothes, towels, panties being put on top of washers that I don't know if they're clean.
Ugh. I hate my OCD. I know I shouldn't care about this, but I can't help it.
Sorry, needed to vent. Carry on. LOL.
For the record I hate hate hate community laundry rooms. But I live in an apartment building and I have no choice. I try not to think about it.
But tonight, for the first time, I felt completely violated. I know it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but to me, it is, because I would NEVER do what this b*tch just did to me.
I was about 4 minutes late getting to my clothes that were in the washer. I come to find my towels, all of my clothes and my daughter's clothes (panties, bras, everything) sitting in a ball on top of other washers because she couldn't come back to do her laundry. AND the kicker is, on the other side of the aisle was an open washer. I'm so completely pissed right now.
All I can think of is how, when I go into the laundry room and find that there aren't any open washers, I come back. I don't touch other peoples' clothes.
I feel so completely violated right now. And all I can think about is her (not sure if they're clean) hands on my clean clothes, towels, panties being put on top of washers that I don't know if they're clean.
Ugh. I hate my OCD. I know I shouldn't care about this, but I can't help it.
Sorry, needed to vent. Carry on. LOL.