Wow... it never dawned on me how much of a time killer a little O.C.D. can be be be.
It started at the Rock Bottom Brewery two years ago. I was sitting across the table from an ex-girlfriend. Being an ex involves abilities to get away with pissing me off more than usual. After all - what am I to do...? Dump the bitch?
Done. Over four years ago.
Wait. That was a funny line, but it's not true because she's no bitch. In fact, we're still good friends.
So, the ex and I are sitting at the Rock Bottom. She's a jittery gal, so I'm used to her tripping on things - knocking things over - knocking herself over - knocking other people [and their things] over...
For some reason, the menus were propped up between stuff at the other end of the table. When she knocked them over, I barely even acknowledged it. I reached over and fixed them.
Minutes later, she knocked them over again. Again, I barely even acknowledged it. I reached over and uprighted the fallen the menus.
Minutes later, she knocked them over again. I barely even acknowledged it. I reached over and uprighted the fallen the menus.
Minutes later, she knocked them over again. I didn't even mention it. I simply reached over and stood the menus back up.
Minutes later, she knocked them over again. Again, I barely even acknowledged it. I just stood the menus up again.
Minutes later, she knocked them over again. Again, I...
"Leave them" she said while slapping my hand as I reached for the fallen menus.
"You heard me"
"You're obsessive compulsive" she said. "Did you know that?"
What the fuck. What kind of "friend" would say such a thing. The menus were clearly sprawled across the table, and I wanted to fix them. She was watching me think this through.
"It's not that you want to fix the menus. It's that you can't *NOT* fix them. Do you see the difference?"
"Fine" I said in defeat while reaching to fix th...
I realized the next day that she was right. I was walking down the street and I thought about the whole menu thing, and I still wanted to fix them... and I laughed at myself.
The more I thought about it, the more I laughed - which made me feel like I fit in with all of the other crazy people on the street... the ones normally found muttering to themselves shortly before asking for change or spouting out bible verses.
What can I say? I can't *NOT* fix the menus.
Likewise, I started working on a new design for Jalpuna nearly two weeks ago, and I'm only now in the home stretch towards finishing it.
The idea was minimalism.
I've always believed that - as part of the creative practice, when you lose your way, strip it all down to the basics, and execute the basics with brilliance. The same is true in business... when in doubt, go back to square one and perfect the basics.
That was the goal with the new nearly-finished design for Jalpuna. But, the further I went with it, the more my O.C.D. crept in... I started replacing tables with css, and researching which fonts are easiest on the eyes - nitpicking the most minute of details.
I'll be damned if I'm not fixing the menus all over again - literally.
Oh well - it'll be done soon... Of course, like any other creative project, it's never really *DONE*.