Hop on Pop

Obviously, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is a serious problem for many people, but I believe most people exhibit some qualities of obsessive compulsive behavior. I am one of these people.

When I cook a frozen pizza, it's very important that I take the little bits of cold pepperoni and distribute them as evenly as possible. I'm not sure what this means, but I'm guessing a professional psychologist would point to something in my childhood and then bill me for an hour and ask me for a slice.

At times, I've pulled over to the side of the road to make sure that I screwed the gas cap back on. I can't explain why I do this. I've never actually forgotten to put the cap on, so I'm not sure why I'd start now.

This occasional behavior is making the Seuss nursery a little more difficult than I originally imagined. I'm currently working on the first part of my wall mural, the Hop on Pop illustration. Years ago, Dr. Seuss himself probably took a notebook and scribbled the picture in a matter of minutes. Now, as I put the image on the wall, I'm being a little too exact in recreating the same little nuances in his original creation. It's as if a Dr. Seuss descendant is going to bust into our house like some sort of SWAT team member and tell me that Pop's hair is not quite right, and we'll have to forfeit all of our books. When I step back from the wall and look at the picture, it's impossible to even see the tiny little details that I'm painstakingly trying to make perfect.

I guess that I can explain it as being a perfectionist, rather than being obsessive compulsive. In a way, it's a good thing, and I know that the Undaling will someday appreciate the love and care that we're putting into his room. When we're finished, I know it is something we'll be proud of. Maybe everybody needs a little OCD.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's 9:21 am. That means I need to count to three hundred while jumping on one foot. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.....................