Let’s face it: perfectionists are a breed of their own. We’re the kind of people who can’t resist the urge to straighten out crooked picture frames, fix the unevenly stacked dishes in the dishwasher, and dust every nook and cranny until our fingers ache.
As a perfectionist cleaner myself, I must admit that there are some perks to having a compulsive need for cleanliness. For one thing, my living space is always immaculate. If you dropped a piece of toast on my floor, you could pick it up and eat it without any fear of contamination. That’s how clean it is.
But there are some downsides to being a perfectionist cleaner too. For starters, it takes me twice as long to clean my house as it would a normal person. I can’t just wipe down the countertops and call it a day. Oh no. I have to scrub every inch until it gleams like a freshly polished diamond.
And then there’s the problem of living with other people. They just don’t understand the importance of a perfectly clean space. They’ll leave their shoes lying around, their dishes in the sink, and their clothes on the floor. It’s like they’re purposely trying to drive me insane.
Of course, I can’t help but be a bit critical of their cleaning habits. It’s not that I’m trying to be mean. I just can’t help but notice when things aren’t up to my standards. And let’s be honest, my standards are pretty high.
But in the end, being a perfectionist cleaner is just part of who I am. I may drive myself (and others) a little crazy with my OCD tendencies, but at least my house is always clean. And isn’t that all that really matters?
