TMI

I get a lot of traits from my mother. My OCD tendencies clearly come from her, which clearly come from Granny. My independence comes from my mom, as well as the overwhelming feeling that I "don't need a man for anything."

What also comes from my mother, however, is my incessant nagging and my desire to be the keeper of all information. I have the desire to know ALL of the details about EVERYTHING. I don't want to be left in the dark. And if you give me an inch of the information, I'll try to take a mile.

So when Justin offered to give me his login and password to his BU Application Status account, I neglected to warn him that both my OCD tendencies and my desire to KNOW would have me checking the damn thing 4 to 5 times a day.

Well, tonight at 5:45 I checked. I checked at least a half dozen times in the last 24 hours and nothing. But tonight at 5:45 - something.

So here I am, at 8:45, and I know whether or not he got in. And he doesn't.

I am anxiously awaiting his dismissal from work so I can tell him (or wait to be told) the news.

Being the keeper of this information is painful.

My mother never told me of this downside...