Are You A Monk?

I don’t mean the Monk that hangs out in monasteries with shaved heads and silly robes or the fantastic jazz pianist. I’m talking about the Monk afflicted with OCD. Well, I am, so I decided to try and find out who else out there has some fun Monkish stories.

Here’s mine.

I got to thinking about this the other day when my little brother was over helping me hang our new microwave oven over the stove. We were walking inside from the garage and I had to stop at the door to fix the rug that keeps crawling to the side and folding up ever so slightly. My brother laughed and called me “Monk”.

Now, this isn’t an unusual thing with me. I wash my hands about a million times a day. I arrange furniture and other things in the house to be perfectly symmetrical. I have to constantly check whether the turn signal in my truck might accidentally be on. I “face” shelving items when I am in stores, and I’m sure there are other little things as well. Of course I am no where near the level of whacked out that is Monk, but I do have my little oddities.

So I was once again reminded of this last night, (which I then decided this was perfectly bloggery nonsense) when my girlfriend Heather and I went to Pojo’s for my little sisters birthday. (she just turned 22, real grownup!) My sister brought me a handful of tokens to get us started and I began to count them up to split evenly with Heather when she actually asked me if I was turning all of the coins over so that they’d face the same direction. Of course this was absurd to me. I laughed and then proceeded to stand there and turn all of the coins over so that they faced the same direction. Now I’m pretty sure I only did this as a joke. I could tell that Heather was anxious to get down to some skee-ball fun and I was simply trying to tease her by taking my time. But it may have really been that at that point I HAD to turn them over because she put the weird idea in my head. Of course I didn’t “face” my own coins, I was to excited to run around and play silly games that were encased with the goo from thousands of little kids grubby hands.

Have you got a similar story? Let’s hear it!