Sooo...

Today I have about had it with the people I live with otherwise known as my wonderfull family. They know I have OCD but they think that aknowleding it will make me more special then thme or some stupid idiotic resoning. They expect me to clean the house and do all this stuff for them in my "perfect" OCD way.

Soo today: I clean the living room up. Dust everything. Vacum all the floors. Clean all the glass surfaces and book shelves. I made all the Vogues on the coffee table perfectly organized. the couch looked PERFECT. so my one sister comes home and within 10 minuts manages to go through all the magazines, disorganize the couch, and in the most troglodytic manner ever, decides to not use a coaster.

I also have a bad compulsion to pace back and fourth and look out the window alot. Every one tells me to stop becasue i am getting them nuts. They also can live in clutter when I cannot. It drives me nuts.

Now I know... Im the one who's psychotica and I am the one who fills himself with rage over this kind of stupid stufff. However, I am just soo sick of having to let myself suffer because these people can;t leave things the way I like them.

I'm soo sory to make you read my long rant but I just can't do it any more. I mean nightlights are replaced with hair straightners and left there and I am the irrational one. I was just pushed WAY to far and sna;ped today and I was wondering if you guys have the same issues.

How do you guys do it? How do you live with your family's, friends, or sublets when they just can;t adapt to your OCD tendancies?