Passed Mysophobic...Comes Pedestrian

...and if I neither of these

I am a total misfit.

You know I used to inherit the former trait by nurture.

My mom is an OCD and she made it compulsory...

for her every child to be one Super-Hygienist.

Growing up, it was like you were monitored by Sanitary Patrol.

One of a scent I remember is from Dettol solution or its bar soap.

Though it was expensive (and it still is) my mum will not compromised.

...along come Protex bar soap and my mum is the happiest woman on earth.

Antiseptic became more affordable.

Germs were on a brink of extinction.

My mum showed no mercy.

As if she can see each bacterium multiplying.

And she stopped them in the air.

My mom washes floor everyday after two rounds of sweeping.

The broom, she soaked it with Dettol or bleach and dry it under the sun.

You can perform major surgery on our floor.

And if you swab them, you grow nothing on a culture plate but frustration.

My mum boils water twice.

If she did it once, she'll leave it to a rolling boil until it level half a kettle it used to be.

In every aspect, she was flawless and spotless.

She wash her hands as often as she blinks.

Our shirts turned color and brittle because she used clorox as it was compulsory in her laundry.

The upside is, we got to buy new clothes very often.

You should see how super neat, extreme tidy and ultimately precise our home was.

My mum know every inch of the furniture by heart.

If you move a newspaper from her sharply arranged position, my mum will knew.

I used to tell to my brother "Mum counted dusts before it landed on a floor,"

My brother said "Silly, our home has no dust."

It was only ironic that we often got fever and multitude of childhood illnesses.

It brought my mother's obsession to another level when you expect there is no more upper level to it.

Today, she is not as strict as before.

She has no energy to sanitized everything anymore.

Her mission accomplished.

She brought up all her child safely.

Nobody died of serious childhood infection.

Or contacted high-grade fever that caused cerebral palsy <--as she always believe

Now there is antabax and lifebuoy,

...my mum is a quadruple happy woman.

Living by myself, I got rebellious.

I do total opposite for whatever I was nurtured.

But still some part of me subconsciously obeyed.

This factory setting malfunction, I still owned.

I became more pedestrian now.

I made amend with germs and dirts.

It was like I am modern Germany leader,

being apologetic to the holocaust descendant.

My mother should not know this.

or I will be guillotined with her disappointment.

I should be either two,

or I will be a total misfit.

*this entry was not suppose to be this long but my attention to detail failed me. One can not reminisce halfway. If you remember me in bits and pieces, it is better if you forget me at all.