I am typing this as I sit on my sofa watching Neat Freaks on TLC. This show is nuts. It is all about people who obsessively clean their homes for hours and hours and still don’t think they are clean. I feel so sorry for them, because this is obviously a mental disorder. They love for their house to be clean, but it’s never clean enough. That must be a strange kind of personal hell.
I remember reading Orson Scott Card’s final book in the Ender’s Game series (science fiction) and there was a planet that regarded OCD people as ones who were actually communicating with the gods. It followed the story of one young girl who was ‘most favored’, but her OCD behavior was to trace every single line on a hardwood floor with her eyes,and if she lost the line, she had to start over. The description was so, so sad.
This has been an interesting hour. I feel so stressed for these people, but I have no desire to clean my kitchen sink with bleach and a toothpick. In that respect, it’s no Hoarders.
I couldn’t watch this show because it would make me feel like a slob. What Not To Wear makes me feel unfashionable yet I love that show. Hmmmm.
I read that book! But was that the final one? It seems like he wrote another one and I never read it, because I was worried that it had been too long and I wouldn’t remember the first books well enough.
You are right. Xenocide is the book the girl was in, and Children of the Mind is the last one. It has been a very long time since I’ve read them, and I’m so forgetful I have trouble remembering the plot of a book as soon as I’ve closed the cover.
You read science fiction?
But she doesn’t play cards. It’s a wash.
I don’t do either. Would that also be a wash?
Great….now I’m going to have to try tracing the line in hardwood floors with my eyes.