I think I’ve finally figured out what makes me so darn obsessive with things. It’s marching band.
In a marching band, EVERYTHING has to be orderly. Our feet, our uniforms, our lines, our everything. So, everything must be perfect.
Well, what bothers me to the most? When things aren’t in the right order, or aren’t lined up properly.
I think I’ve got marching band-induced OCD. And I’m fine and dandy with that.