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TAPS
Control is a type of fear I believe. I do not enjoy being around control freaks. You are right they have no joy. Mercy whom ever this person is they would have fallen over dead to have visited me. I do what i can and do not apologize for what I can't. Hope you are doing very very well today.
posted by
Justi
on August 23, 2013 at 6:46 PM
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I have a sister like that, and she drinks, and she will be here soon and yes, there is dust under my bed, dishes in the sink, and cat hair everywhere...I think she will get a room at the hotel. We must count our blessings where we get them...Great post and a wonderful poem.
posted by
UtahJay
on August 23, 2013 at 11:09 AM
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I have friends and family like that. I do not go often to their homes, for I am uncomfortable. My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.
posted by
Dr_JPT
on August 22, 2013 at 8:31 PM
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In memory of her, after finishing this post, I mopped my bathroom floor....twice. 
posted by
TAPS.
on August 22, 2013 at 7:28 PM
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TAPS
A wonderful post and I sure could understand that wonderful quote at the end. I knew a guy like that once and it took me years to tell him to get out of my life.What a relief to have pushed him out.LOL
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 22, 2013 at 6:33 PM
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well written...I had an Aunt who would hoover you out the door after a visit...they were not a happy family.
posted by
Kabu
on August 22, 2013 at 4:24 PM
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TAPS
ΩñThis one was obnoxious, minding her own business. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on August 22, 2013 at 2:06 PM
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TAPS
What a sad woman...
posted by
Nautikos
on August 22, 2013 at 12:09 PM
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I know of a few people like that...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 22, 2013 at 11:42 AM
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A bit of a mental disorder I suspect similiar to OCD. Perhaps deserving pity, no peace ever.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 22, 2013 at 8:14 AM
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i used to be a clean freak...now i just clean as it gets too bad to tolerate...i enjoy life much more that way
posted by
Annicita
on August 22, 2013 at 7:34 AM
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The drive for perfection is a terrible lash,
the outcome inevitably futile.
Anyone ever 'white-gloves' my house, they will be checking the sidewalk outside for dust, a moment later, with my song of indignation ringing in their ears. At the very least, I will serve them tea in the cracked cup.
posted by
Ciel
on August 22, 2013 at 7:06 AM
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I waffle between admiration and horror at that sort of behavior. Par t of me wishes everything was just so in my home but part of me is happy to put her feet on the coffee table. 
posted by
Blue_feathers
on August 22, 2013 at 7:00 AM
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Some people are Felix Ungers, and some people are Oscar Madisons. I think being at least somewhere in between should keep the peace amongst most people . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on August 22, 2013 at 6:49 AM
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Yes, those people absolutely put the brakes on for everyone and it saddens me.
posted by
SomeoneElse
on August 22, 2013 at 5:19 AM
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Mama was a bit of a perfectionist. Nothing was ever done "right"
and to this day I can hear her sharp comments about how I (don't) clean the dust-bunnies or wash the dishes to suit her. But I realize now it was worse for her - she could never relax and be satisfied with her own results.
posted by
Pat_B
on August 22, 2013 at 5:15 AM
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I'd be sorely tempted to dump such a person head first into a pigsty. Very well done, TAPS - Your poem got me all riled up!!
posted by
adnohr
on August 22, 2013 at 3:22 AM
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