I’m a neatnik.
I don’t know how I became one
or I was always one and didn’t
recognize it. This is highly improbable.
One day someone (Mom) told me it
might be a good to clean up my room.
Looks fine to me. So, I did it–under
duress & then follow-through, even.
So, I kind of like it, when all was
said & done.
Then somewhere along the line,
I got compulsive about it.
I’m sure there’s a middle
ground & that’s where I
want to land–not straightening
every picture in everybody’s
house I visit.
I’m a neatnik. Like it or
leave it. I wish I could–and
till find stuff when I need it–