strange.
i'm letting small things bother me now.
things that, before, were part of who i am.
not that they didn't bother me before, they just bother me in a different way.
in a way that makes me want to do something about it.
my bottle of hand sanitizer laying down instead of standing in the little space between the emergency break and the driver's seat.
old cups of watered down coke in the cup holders.
trash in the car floor.
lights on in unoccupied rooms.
socks inside shoes.
belts around the waist of hanging pants.
shoes and other articles of clothing that i just don't wear.
the remains of dead skin left on the collar of a shirt.
things on the floor.
unmade beds with no one under the sheets.
it all just, suddenly, sends a small electric shock to my brain.
an electric shock that buzzes: "fix it. make it better. neat."
my mom says my life is finally falling under control.
i couldn't disagree with her.
as much as i enjoy disagreeing with my parents.
i wonder how long it will last.