“I really like it when we put all of the cards in the same direction,” I said, noticing the sorted piles had all lined up accordingly. Which probably meant that I was —
“You’re maybe a little OCD,” she noted, speaking aloud what I had been realizing all at once, yet again.
Which was weird, because I didn’t think of myself really as being all that obsessive about disorder. And yet, well, there it was.
As a form of collecting and organizing the world — I very much compulsively appreciated order.