My whole life I have grown up in houses where there is a specific code. Every decoration, book, and appliance has a particular place, and when they get moved they quickly get placed back in their proper quarters. Until I started to develop obsessive-compulsive tendencies I never noticed this specific system I have been surrounded by my whole life. As a product of my motherŐs compulsion I am challenging her fixations through borrowing ideas of OCD. These desperate efforts are trying to satisfy the anxiety in myself and in the scenarios.