dementia?

i have a questionable relationship (obsession) with purity. it is something that needs dealt with constantly because functional living is not possible with bedfellows such as that. i am not talking about the idea of perfection, which is as subjective as beauty (richard bach says the sky is perfect but ever-changing). but rather, the kind of homogeneity that, when broken, causes sharp contrasts. for example, 42 straight days at the gym or seeing the same stylist for 10 years. i feel the need to battle entropy and unsurprisingly i am losing.