And recently I heard the phrase:

"Excessive cleanliness is a sign of schizophrenia"
Excuse me... WHAT? Let's figure it out.
If I wipe the TV remote control - is that a cause for alarm?
If I have towels by the days of the week (so what, it's convenient for me!) - is that a warning sign?
And if I can't fall asleep until the sink in the kitchen is washed - am I already at risk?
No, my friends. I'm not crazy. I am organized. An aesthete. It's just that my stress doesn't go to the gym - it goes to general cleaning. Tell me...
- When the sink in the kitchen sparkles - doesn't it make it easier to breathe?
- When the bed is made like a soldier - isn't the day more productive?
- When things are folded, and not "lying around untidily" - doesn't the karma in the house improve? By the way, for a minute, for the Japanese, cleaning is almost a spiritual practice. Maybe I'm just the embodiment of Zen? But seriously...
Of course, there are extremes. As in any area. When you are afraid to touch the door handle, you can't leave the house if the curtains are hanging "at the wrong angle", and you wash your hands 48 times a day - this is an alarm bell. And then there is no time for jokes. But if you just love order, a feeling of freshness, structure and the aroma of cleanliness - this is not a diagnosis, but a lifestyle.
My arguments in defense of "cleanliness fans":
Order on the outside = order in the head.
A clean house means less dust, germs and allergies.
A clean space inspires, motivates, pleases the eye.
And cleaning actually burns calories! 300-400 in a couple of hours. Almost like yoga. Only with a rag.

And most importantly...If someone accuses you of "excessive cleanliness" - just invite them over.
Let them inhale the aroma of the lemon floor, sit on the perfectly cleaned sofa... and remain silent with envy.