So like the alcoholic that's pleased to meet people who drink more than he does, I was oddly mollified by this site:
On an intellectual level, I understand some parts of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. The folks that shower 12 times a day, or have to count things..not my bag, but I understand the primal need to apply order (even in a mis-directed, half-assed way) to a chaotic universe.
But I can't understand why anyone would pile newspapers, garbage, and 200 plastic cups on their floors. If I had a grand piano, it would be visible from at least 3 sides. The pictures at the above site are fascinating like some kind of weird pornography that you aren't into, but isn't it wacky that this turns someone on? sort of way. I understand the difference between my clutter and their clutter, and don't think that I could cross the line...but who knows? Maybe when I'm 60 and have 15 cats, that'll be me. But God, I hope not.
Anyway, take a look at the pictures at the site for your daily dose of "See, I'm not that bad of a housekeeper" self-congratulation.
Beware of the fridge pic. Just sayin.
*This argument worked a whole lot better when I lived in the more frigid Midwest, before I moved to Seattle.