The Iron Man.

No, I am not talking about Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel. I have been given the title by a friend. Read on.

A couple of weeks ago, I had gone to the park wearing my black Hush Puppies sandals. Vimlu asked how come they were so shiny and I preened and said that I had polished them myself. She immediately recollected the stories told to her my late mother as well as Urmeela about how I ironed clothes before wearing them even though they might have just come from the laundry and also how I would polish my shoes.

There was another friend Mahesh who had accompanied me to the park that day and he was listening to this story. On the way back, he ribbed me about the ironing of clothes to remove the folding creases.

He returned to the USA and has just sent me this to describe me.

Obsessions.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Ashok, Conrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get five different flavours of the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by me. And, I have no idea what prompted me to choose this topic.

I am not a stalker. But I do obsess about somethings. All, totally harmless and may not even qualify as obsessions. I would prefer to call them habits, but I am sure that gaelikaa will call them obsessions. So here are some.

Paying bills before due date.
Meeting deadlines AND before time.
Maintaining a clean sink in the kitchen
Making the bed as soon as I arise.
Punctuality
Eating on time/Going to bed on time.
Obeying traffic rules and extending road courtesy.
Replying to emails promptly.
Cleaning up the deleted items in the computer regularly.
Before reading and afterwards, folding the newspaper to be properly aligned and creased.
Re-ironing clothes from the cleaners to remove folding creases.

Enough. Otherwise, you will get bored and conclude that I am a weirdo.

Food for thought: Most people feed their obsessions by getting rid of them.