Picking Up After Others

I am one of those people who gets angry when I see someone throw their trash on the ground.

If I see something out of place as I go about my business, I either physically do something about it, or ponder in my mind if I should.

Along the path I traverse a home where the owner filled the space between the sidewalk and the street with pebbles and small rocks.

Every so often a rock or two find their way onto the sidewalk.

I take a moment and kick them back to where they belong.

I am that guy.

At the nearby park, a tree fell recently (most likely from being waterlogged from all the rain).

The city cut it down to the stump.

Some of the walking pavement was pulled up by the tree's roots.

The city put four caution markers along with some caution tape around the area, and the tape somehow falls to the ground.

I take a few seconds and wrap the tape around the tops of the cones.

That's me.

I'm sure a psychiatrist somewhere has already labeled my actions as something needing a prescription they receive an incentive to prescribe ;), but is it a 'problem' that I desire to see order in life?

Maybe this is what happens when one is getting older, for I think I do remember old people doing these exact things.

The desire in seeing things done properly, found in their proper place and according to a sub-conscience expectation hasn't always been in me.

There was a time I didn't care if my trash made it into a can.

I wasn't aware of where trash goes when left laying in the street.

As my time on this planet increases, so does my will to grow wiser and learn something new.

I don't have it in mind to leave a better place for the next generation.

Not that such an idea is a good one.

And it isn't that I'm wondering if God will judge me about picking up my trash or that of others, or straightening out what others twist out of place (the latter is arguable depending on what has been twisted).

But the cycle of life seems too obvious to ignore or dismiss.

The thought of not doing what is right when one already knows what is right, or better, is bothersome to me.

Perhaps this is by Design.

I don't take pride in it, I don't think.

But I'm sure there is a psychologist out there that has just the term for this obsession with seeing things done right; having a conscience.