Dust

I'll go ahead and preface this posting with the following disclaimer, "yes I know I'm a freak."

I have completed the tedious task of dusting off my desk and all of its contents. Somehow anything I own or inhabit, regardless of age, accumulates about 1/8 inch of dust every month to the point when I shuffle papers around, mini-dust bunnies begin an odd rendition of "Swan Lake." I find myself looking at other people's desks, mentally comparing the dust amounts. I can't decide if I'm disturbed by how aware I am of their dust, or the fact that many people's desks seem to lack dust. I was in a friend's office the other day, and to my horror, their nick nacks were totally dust free. My compulsion drove me to run my fingers across quickly to confirm. My finger could not turn up even the tinest bit of lint. What gives?!?! Am I just a dust magnet? Is it my body wash? Have others struck a deal with the devil? If I took up bubblegirl life, would I mystify scientists by being the very first bubbleperson with dust in her bubble?

I wonder...