365 Challenge: Day 55 – Fastidious

Fastidious: very attentive to and concerned about accuracy and detail

But what I really wanted to say was CLEAN-FREAK: someone who obsessively and constantly cleans beyond any normal expectation


There are so many wonderful examples of my personality and actions which clearly show how fastidious I can be…

  • No food can touch anything else on my plate. I have to eat things separately.
    • And as a child, I basically wouldn’t eat anything. But my parents were smart about it. They told me I didn’t have to eat what was on the dinner table if I chose not to; however, I couldn’t eat for the rest of the evening and had to go to my room. Guess what I chose? No food and my room, of course. No one would make me eat something that might have touched something else. Ewww…

  • Any time someone moves something, I put it back in its place.
    • I’ve been known to do this while someone is using the object/tool/item, to the point where they get angry with me for it.
  • I will scrub a kitchen or a bathroom until it is actually shining. And if I need to use it before I am done cleaning, I start all over again.
    • But I don’t care about the inside of the refrigerator or freezer. Does that mean I only care what’s on the outside? Yikes… I need some psycho-analysis on that one. STAT!

For the most part, this doesn’t border on “put him in an institute quickly,” but as I’ve confessed, I have some obsessive tendencies. Yet this is different… very different.

It’s not consistent across all my behaviors, despite my initial thoughts. I’m fastidious about strange things… foods, cleaning, paper and writing. But I’m not about others. I’m not sure where the line falls, but one thing’s for sure… When it comes to being a clean-freak, I’m off the edge and into the freak zone.

After I’m all done showering, shaving, dressing, fixing my hair and basically ready to go, I have to re-wash my hands. Then I give the dog his treats, but need to wash the residue off my fingers. I walk thru the foyer and if I see dust somewhere, I have to wipe it before I leave, and then wash my hands again. If I rush too much and start to sweat when it’s too warm in the apartment, I’ll rinse off again. And I’m constantly washing my hands until I can walk out the door knowing they are perfectly clean. But it has nothing to do with germs. I don’t like that icky feeling of not knowing what’s touching me or that something is still left on my skin.

It’s a bit like how I see Ryder (by now you should know that’s my ~9 year old shiba inu). He will go to town cleaning his fur for what seems like an excessive amount of time, and when he’s done, it doesn’t look much different to me. And he still smells like a dog smells. Is that what I’m like when I get into my cleaning frenzy? Do other look at me like I’ve just completely lost it? Do they see me rubbing the same spot over and over again and worry I’m seeing imaginary things?

The bed has to be made in the same way each time. And my clothes get hung in the same order in the closet. The food goes in the same place in the cabinet every time. And I brush my teeth from left to right, top to bottom, repeat and then catch the rest of my mouth. I almost can’t function when it’s out of order. Sometimes I worry I’m a little weird.

All in all, it’s really not that big of a deal. But it’s definitely a key part of my personality. And I wouldn’t change it. I’d rather be like this than be the opposite. Can you imagine having to eat a mouthful of vegetables and meat at the same time? Those pesky greens would taint my beloved steak tartare. Or what if I left the house with streaks on the mirrors? I might actually keel over on the street… touch something weird… and then what would everyone say when they saw what a mess I’d left the place?

Truly… these are the things that cross my mind… perhaps I do need to think a little different. But then again… I’m fairly confident:

Everyone else is a freak for not being like me! I’m the normal one.

About Me & the “365 Daily Challenge”

I’m Jay and I live in NYC. By profession, I work in technology. By passion, I work in writing. I’ve always been a reader. And now I’m a daily blogger. I decided to start my own version of the “365 Daily Challenge” where since March 13, 2017, I’ve posted a characteristic either I currently embody or one I’d like to embody in the future. 365 days of reflection to discover who I am and what I want out of life.

The goal: Knowledge. Acceptance. Understanding. Optimization. Happiness. Help. For myself. For others. And if all else fails, humor. When I’m finished in one year, I hope to have more answers about the future and what I will do with the remainder of my life. All aspects to be considered. It’s not just about a career, hobbies, residence, activities, efforts, et al. It’s meant to be a comprehensive study and reflection from an ordinary man. Not a doctor. Not a therapist. Not a friend. Not an encyclopedia full of prior research. Just pure thought, a blogged journal with true honesty.

Join the fun and read a new post each day, or check out my book reviews, TV/Film reviews or favorite vacation spots. And feel free to like, rate, comment or take the poll for each post. Note: All written content is my original creation and copyrighted to me, but the graphics and images were linked from other sites and belong to them. Many thanks to their original creators, especially the Clean Freak Cleaning Company — if it exists!


  1. I like to put different flavors in one mouthful. Oh yeah eeewwww. My husband is worse I hate to eat Mexican out with him, for he stirs it all–meat, beans, rice, salad…yes salad, salsa, red sauce, green sauce etc. all together and eats it bite by bite. Eeeewwww.

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