I’ve seen this picture floating around Facebook recently.
I guess a lot of people would have a hard time with this kind of situation. I would never even notice. There is not one bone in my body that cries out for whatever is cried out for when deciding what should ultimately be the ‘whole’ number in the picture above– not one. Why, just today, I got $24.01 worth of gas and I did not have to wring my hands with anxiety much less pop a Xanax. It would never occur to me that $39.99 vs 10 galls would be wonky. It’s just numbers to me. I fill up until the gas stops pumping.
If you are one of the gazillions of people out there that would take note of these numbers and have an internal and/or external dilemma, let me give you a recommendation. You might want to NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER set foot in my house or office because you will possibly have an anxiety-induced seizure before you cross the threshold (which, to those that have read a previous story about a threshold, is NOT Italian marble). I’m making a leap in logic here but I’m guessing that if you are the type of person that needs the numbers to be even, then you are probably the type of person that needs symmetry in other places, like pictures on the wall for example. That just doesn’t happen in my house. I’ve come to the realization that I’m ‘slightly askew’. I have no sense of symmetry…and my pictures are all crooked. All. Of. Them. And I like a lot of visual stimulation on my walls.
I felt really sorry for my previous officemate. We shared a space for 5 years, desks facing one another, and he had to look at my crooked wall hangings every single workday of his life. It must have been horribly painful for him because he hangs up everything using a level and tape measure. Even posters.
I often apologized for my unseemly wall hanging practices. I tried to make them even – I even employed the use of a level…which just made them crooked at a sharp angle. Then I decided that I’d hang all my stuff up at odd angles on purpose, which sort of made me feel like ‘intentional askew’ was somehow artsy, and therefore acceptable. I’m pretty sure I was deluding myself. His saving grace was that he was in IT, so his social skills were on par with my wall hanging skills. Both being just slightly askew.
I have actually gotten a little bit better with wall hangings in recent years. I’ve realized that if I take the time to ask one of these level-using people to hang my stuff up, it comes out straight. I think they are willing to do this for me because if they have to come into my office/home on a regular basis it helps keeps them calm. There’s nothing like exploiting someone else’s OCD to my benefit, eh?
(Just in case you are interested or anxious– this post is 519 words long)