conundrum wrote:
I can definitely relate to this. The need to create order increases, for me, when under stress. For example, bagging things at Walmart--my mind was on a lot of other things today, and I was feeling increasingly freaked out (sensory stuff aside). My reaction: "organize" each bag, even beyond the usual "frozen with frozen, fridged with fridged, keep chemicals away from food," etc.
I mean put stuff in the same bag that seemed (to me) to "go together", even if it didn't really matter (clothing with hair accessories, shampoo with soap and paper products, etc.). It didn't seem to matter to the customers one way or the other, but I was literally reaching across the counter to put these things together.
There is a certain comfort that comes out of creating order, even in small ways. (Of course, you'd never know it to see my room right now--"organized chaos", anyone?)
Absolutely. Same here. I love analyzing and organizing numbers in cryptography, code in programming, and words in writing, but I hate making my bed or picking up my floor. (However, I have come to believe that I am messy because when I try to be neat, I become OCD and then everything has to be perfect, and so it's easier to just say 'screw it'. This way I'm not sitting on the floor picking out grains of sand and dirt--
after vacuuming--like I would do sometimes as a kid.)
I play with numbers in my head when I'm stressed out or being chewed out or whatever. Now I understand why in my youth I did this weird thing whenever my mom would give me her epically long speeches: I would multiply numbers by 3 obsessively and repetitively the whole time. I got so good at it that I can multiply up to 5, 6, even 7 digit numbers by 3 almost instantly even today. Just a party favor really (and not even a popular one, trust me), but now I have a context for understanding why I did that.
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