Okay, I know I have different freak outs from most normal people. I know everyone has their own issues that make them seem insane to other people. I realize that I have boundaries that most people would not have. I have a lot of little pet peeves that normal, everyday people do not have. I get annoyed easily when people over step or step on or step though those imaginary boundaries I have carefully built up brick by brick.
So know, that I know, I'm slightly insane. I recognize and admit that. And know, that I know, that the cause of my mini breakdown this morning falls in this exact category. I'm not proud of it, I recognized when it was happening that it was silly and not a big deal. However that did not help the situation nor did it do anything to defuse it. The more I tried to calm down the crazier I got. So without further stalling I shall share with you, my reader why I, the OCD Leo with way too many issues freaked out this morning at 5:30am.
I have in the bathroom a basket filled with magazines, catalogs and the odd book. These reading materials are there for when I or anyone else, needs something to peruse whilst in the loo. (don't ask). Now, I have this thing about magazines, and newspapers. I don't like for people to touch much less read them until I have had a chance to read or flip through them myself. This only applies to ones I have purchased (or subscribed to). It's an odd quirk that I have but I have yelled at a cashier for flipping through my carefully selected magazine, that I have gone through the shelf looking for one that does not have any folded or creased pages or smudges on the cover. Insane, I know. I know I sound like a crazy person right now. I know, it's just a magazine. It's my issue. And I would say that I'm working on it..But I'm not.
Now I realize that the magazines are in the bathroom that I share with two other people. But I usually only put magazines in there that I have at least flipped through. And I have no issue with other people looking though them while in the bathroom. What (I know your thinking) could have made me have a minor meltdown so early this morning. Well...
When I went into the bathroom this morning to start my day, I looked in the basket and my new magazine which, I just purchased. Was not in the basket in which I left it. (Heart flutter) Not to freak out I went to check my room to make sure I had not taken it there last night. Hmmmm... Not in my room, Not in the basket in the bathroom, not on the counter in the kitchen, nor on the coffee table or anywhere I would put IT. Thought to self " I know my magazine was not taken from this basket in the bathroom. I know neither one of the people who share this bathroom removed the magazine not only from the basket but from the bathroom all together." I know that didn't happen.
Let the Craziness begin....I flipped the freak out. I started talking (out loud) to myself "WHY WOULD SOMEONE REMOVE MY MAGAZINE FROM THE BATHROOM!!!!!!!!" Why would someone think that's okay?! Did they purchase it? Did they carefully select a non creased,non folded, pristine magazine from the store shelf? Who removes an item that is not theirs!? WHO!?!?
Do you know how hard it was not to bust into their room and DEMAND my magazine!? DO YOU?! I worked myself into such a state that by the time I left for work, I was a crazy lady! I left a note on the dry erase board. I waited until an occupant of the room got up and asked if my magazine was removed from the bathroom. Not knowing that she was supa close to a throttling, she replied yes, my mom took it out last night to read. (inside my head) WHAT!!??!!?? I replied as calmly as I could "Could you please go get it and bring it to me?"
Magazine is now safely with me, at work. Thinking that I may have to remove basket from bathroom. Making an appointment with a
therapist as soon as possible.
RHO
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SEE THE DIFFERENCE!? 
