Secret Love Nest

OCD

You know what could start a war?

It's when I open my pantry and see my ultra organized canned goods in total disarray.

Yes! THAT!

Qing did it! He rocked the boat. He disturbed the whole world of Feng Jian Yu. He coaxed out the OCD monster in me.

I shouted at him. I did! I stood in front of him. Point my finger on his face and shouted. Oh yes I did!

Qing: (totally unimpressed) (shot one eyebrow up at me then goes back to reading broadsheet) It's just one or two cans Dayu. It's not the end of the world...

Me: (livid) One or two cans? That's one or two cans too much Wang Qing! Those cans are arranged according to their expiry dates, now how am I suppose to know what I will use first?

Qing: Then look at the expiry date. If it's not yet expired, use it.

Me: But what if a similar can has an expiry date that will come before the one that I am holding?

Qing: Then use that one first.

Me: Exactly, but I won't be able to find those cans because you shuffled my whole pantry!

Qing: (looking exasperated) Really Dayu, is this enough reason for you to be so worked up about it?

Me: (reaching my limit) Will you think like that if I went inside the entertainment room and started shuffling your blu rays?

Qing: (lean on the back of the sofa totally relaxed) Be my guest. Move everything, mess eveything up, let's see if your OCD will let you.

Me: See! You knew! You knew I have OCD and yet you put your hand on my pantry and messed it all up! I couldn't even find my jar of pickles there.

Qing: Oh I move that out and put it on the fridge.

My whole world stopped.

Me: (giving him an incredulous look) You...you moved my pickles? (I think I will start hyperventilating)

Qing: (grimacing) I shouldn't have done that, right? Or if I did it, I shouldn't have confessed it to you.

Me: WANG QING!!!

Qing finally had enough. He stood up, put his hands on my shoulders and said in a stern voice.

Qing: Calm the hell down Dayu or I will gag you.

I stared balefully at him.

Qing: (ignoring my stinky look) Now breathe. Inhale...exhale. Dayu, I think it's time we do something about this OCD of yours. It's escalating...

Me: What you can do is take your hands off my pantry and my spice cabinets. THAT, would help my OCD.

Qing: But I am the one who cook more in this house. I think I have the right to move freely in the kitchen.

Me: Oh you can move there, do anything you want there. But you know the rule, you put everything back in their rightful place and I won't have my little breakdowns.

Qing: (sighing) What I can't understand is you are not this manic on other things, just in the kitchen.

Me: Because there are food in there! We put those food inside us, the kitchen should always be clean and organized. I am raised like that. So once again, hands off the pantry and my spice cabinets. And we will live happily ever after. Understood?

Qing: Fine.

Me: Good. (grumbling) Do this again and I will handcuff you to a post.

Qing: (laughing) Those kinds of threat are the reason why people will start thinking we are kinky.

Me: (turning to go back to the kitchen) We are not kinky. Well at least I am not. You on the other hand...

Qing just laugh more while I went back to the kitchen to dismantle my pantry to organized it again. Separating big cans to small cans. Checking the expiry dates. Wiping the cabinets before putting things back. Wiping the dusts off each cans and jars. Arrangging them in a way that I can see their labels.

Qing and his guilty mind followed me to the kitchen to help. He wiped at the places too high for me to reach. Helped me by handing the cans and jars one by one as I arrange them. I think he learned his lesson already.

Qing said that my OCD is escalating. I beg to disagree, I think my OCD is starting to be too tolerable with Qing's slobbiness.
Before, finding dirty socks on the floor and not on the hamper is enough to give me apoplectic shock, now I just calmly pick that sock up and put it in the hamper.

See...even my OCD is adjusting. It's a relationship. I am not living on my own now. I have Qing and he has a different view of order and chaos. That's okay...as long as he take his hands off my pantry and spice cabinets. Anything else is fair game.

Or else I will really handcuff him and throw away the key...