Thursday, August 09, 2012

Confessions of a Virgo


Yes, I admit it, I like clean.  But, c'mon! Who doesn't? It should be normal for people to like things clean.

I don't like admitting that I conform to the mold of what's classified as the "typical Virgo". I don't like conforming, period. I like being different and I like being unique. 

But, alas, it's true. I do like clean. I realized this quite emphatically yesterday evening, when I got home after a long day of work and travel. I relished the feel of being superbly scrubbingly satisfyingly clean after a scrubbingly satisfyingly good shower. I felt even better while doing the dishes, and afterwards, lazing out in luxury on my bed, stretching and feeling quite innervated with the joy of cleanliness.

Now, before you begin thinking I am indeed the nitpicking, fastidious, and fussy Virgo that those zodiac people like to outline, I beg you to take in the bigger picture. While I was stretching out on my bed, that very bed was unmade, there were clothes still on the bed, and I was sprawled upside down with my towel still on the pillows. 

Oopsie. Now I've done it. Now you're all thinking what a pig I must be. Am I a hypocrite? Oh, we're all hypocrites to a certain level.  

I mean, I love things organized and I do love things clean. If there is anything that's a turn off, it's someone with totally bad hygiene. Ugh.  But, I'm not a Hitler with things being perfectly orderly. (Although, I am refraining from pointing out someone who is...)

I love organizing things. One of my colleagues says, "I don't bother making things neat, because I know IQ will have an apoplectic attack and do it for me", which is true, because she doesn't even realize when things are messy. Recently, she was gone for 2 weeks on her vacation, when she returned, she returned to a big print out in capital letters, "KEEP THIS AREA CLEAN AT ALL TIMES, YES D THIS MEANS YOU." It goes without saying that within one day of her back, her desk and area was a catastrophe, and I don't know what it is, but each time I went by to talk to her, somehow without thinking, I'd tidy it up. 

I know, I know, I sound like I've got OCD. But it's normal, right? Not OCD - I mean, to have things neat. Ok, entropy aside. But it's not just me. It's not a fixation. But I don't mind acting as if it were. Take for instance, what she said, as quoted earlier, and I just hammed it up and then gasped - "Oh my GOD. Your floor mat is crooked! We need to fix this right NOW."

But yes, I like clean.