I Blame My Mother
Growing up, the house wasn't exactly a picture of cleanliness. We had many, many cats, gerbils, rabbits, guinea pigs etc, and the state of the house reflected this. I moved out when I was 17, and my ex wasn't the cleanest of people but coupled with two large dogs and no hoover, well this used to trigger manic moments of me moving appliances and scrubbing as if my life depended upon it (at 5'3" moving a large fridge/freezer without disturbing the noise of the telly was a personal achievement). My current place I've had since new and I try to keep spotless. My uni room has to be completely clean at all times or I get stressed out about it. I think that's because I can't bring myself to touch the communal kitchen. Even I have my limits about what I'll voluntarily touch, and some of the sights I've seen in there would make even Kim & Aggie squirm. Maybe it's rebellion against my ex and my mother's (lack of) cleaning standards, or maybe it's OCD. Either way, I always have to have a bottle of Dettol nearby, just in case.
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