Being "Obsessive"

OK, I know this is kind of like my confession from last year but today I've heard it nine times...NINE times. I woke up and was flossing (I usually floss twice every time I brush my teeth) and suddenly my sister, Sara barges in and almost knocking me out with the door. This usually happens so I learned to ignore it. I sigh and carry on brushing. I was brushing my hair when my sister pushed me.

"What?" I say annoyed. My hair was everywhere now and the brush was cracked into two pieces because I accidentally hit in on the wall...this was the third time now. She told me to move so I start complaining that my hair was going to be frizzy and how my hair will turn out ugly.

"God! Stop being so obsessive and get the (bad word) out!" she screams. I almost hit her for that, but again, I've learnt to control myself or I end up getting hurt....

The second time was from my own dad. So I was in my mom's bathroom since I was kicked out from the other one, and I was bushing my hair when my dad's waiting impatiently at the doorway.

"Wait! I'm almost done!" I say in a rush, and about five minutes later he looked like he was going to burst.

"Mari! Your hair looks fine! I saw you brushing it ten minutes ago! So stop being obsessive and get ready for school!" he was practically yelling so I had to get out.

The third time was from my neighbour. I was getting on the elevator and she was holding the door for me because I forgot my markers for my hand. I had to go back three more times and the elevator and the lady looked aggravated.

"Don't obsess about your hand and hurry up!" she was shouting so this made the elevator ride really awkward.

The next two times was because of my hand again. My mom and the little girl that sits next to me on the bus. I didn't even know that little girl! She only got upset because I got red ink on her khaki pants! My mom started yelling at me about skin cancer and stuff, now that was taking it to a whole new limit.

After my mom and I shouting I stopped writing on my hand as much as always. (Now that my mom said it, I'm not going to stop in what I think is okay.)

The next three times was about work. Once from my friend, another from my own grandfather, and once from my friend on BBM.

So as you can see, people think I'm obsessive, but I'm really not, honestly!