i am neurotic.

When I clean my kid’s ears with a q-tip, I have to burn the ends of the q-tip where the wax was and then flush the q-tips down the toilet bowl.

I’m very much a neat freak, to the point that I would clean other people’s messes. I would walk into a friend dorm room for example and start tidying up, sometimes I would beg my friends to clean their rooms for them. Most complied, though some did take convincing. I thought it was a win-win situation, they got a clean room, and I had peace of mind knowing it’s not messy anymore.

when using an escalator, I must stand exactly 4 stairs behind the person in front of me (not counting the ones we’re standing on ). it gets weird when more people are waiting to use it and I sit there counting 4 steps before I get on. When the person behind me leaves none, i feel very awkward but I cannot use one of the 4 stairs I have left empty.  I storm off the escalator.

When I start reading a book and get distracted and consequently fail to finish reading it, I can never read it again. I just get so freaked out by re-reading the beginning when I haven’t read the ending, and I can never remember where I left off. So when I start reading a book, I have to make sure I can devote at least an hour to it, so I can get far enough into the plot and be able to finish it later.

I love S’mores. My favorite part is when you put the top graham cracker on top of the chocolate and toasted marshmallow. I love the sound of the marshmallow being crunched down by the graham cracker. If I don’t like the sound or there is no sound, I have to throw away the S’more and make a new one.

Before i go to bed at night, I have to touch each burner switch of my stove four times, touch the burner plate, and visually inspect each burner to make sure it’s off.

when I shower I have to wash each part of my body in the same exact order every time: shampoo, face, conditioner, torso, left arm, right arm, groin, right leg, left leg, back, and behind.

Whenever I go to a convenience store to get my morning coffee, I always use a dome type lid. I work early mornings and so that I can drink my coffee and drive, I line up the opening for the lid opposite the seem in the cup so I can just feel for the seem and know the hole is on the other side.

When I was kid, I believed inanimate objects had feelings, so I wouldn’t kick stones. One time, I injured myself ‘rescuing’ a flashing traffic horse, after my friends had thrown it into a large puddle.

today i wrote an “f” while taking notes. It was so pathetic looking. Then the next time i wrote an “f” it was almost perfect. I felt so bad for the sad-looking “f” that i told it i was sorry and that it shouldn’t feel inferior. (then i scribbled out the nice “f”)