i am neurotic.

Whenever there is a part in a movie or a game where the character is underwater, I have to hold my breath too. If I can’t hold it long enough I’ll take the smallest breath possible then hold again. I do this for as long as the scene goes.

I always say to much, and over share, then regret it for days. It is all I can think about. this morning I had an allergic reaction to an antibiotic, and felt the need to tell my boss, AND the H.R. person all of my medical problems. WHY? Why could I not just say I am ill, and will not be in. It makes me feel like an idiot. My inability to stop worrying about it is now the problem.

Soooo my “chip or other bagged snack neurosis” is that as I eat chips or other bagged snacks, in order to have easier access to the chips or other bagged snack, I cut the bag all the way across.  This has the added benefit of keeping your hands from getting all chippy from reaching all the way down into the bag.  I am, however, always careful to leave enough bag to fold it over when I’m done in order to maintain freshness.

I have a fear of being whipped with tea towels. If someone is drying the dishes and it looks like they are starting to get ready to use the tea towel as a whip I cower away and sometimes scream at them to stop. I always got a panicky feeling when people started tea towel fights at camps. I know it doesn’t hurt that much but I just can’t stand it!!

When i run in my house or specifically, down the stairs while I’m not wearing a bra, I have to clutch my boobs to my chest. This is because if i dont, I know they will dangle freely as boobies do and i worry that after a lifetime of me not clutching them up, they will sag horribly.

Every time I tie my shoes, I have to tuck the laces into the sides. I can’t stand it when the loops hang out, or, heaven forbid, when my shoes are untied. Whenever I see someone’s shoes untied, it drives me crazy to the point where I’m almost going around tying people’s shoes for them.

I can’t stand it when people use the term “PO’d”. PO’d means Pissed Off…if you really wanted to abbreviate wouldn’t it be P’d O?

I always shave my legs right first, then left, ever since I started shaving. So the other day I decided that I was going to prove a point to myself, and started shaving my LEFT leg first. Silly neuroses won’t win over me!, i thought. Then I cut my leg with my razor. Not only that, i cut my right leg too after i finished the left. Needless to say, this morning I shaved my right leg first.

Whenever I wake up in the morning, I always have to do the same routine. I get out of bed, put my hair up, go to the kitchen, get a glass of chocolate milk in my favorite cup (I use it even if it’s dirty), and then I drink it in my room. Once I finish, I get my computer and open up Daily Jigsaw puzzle on addictinggames.com and the Daily Dif on shockwave games. I first play the Daily Dif and then I play the Daily Jigsaw puzzle. I cannot start my day without doing all of these things in this exact order. I have been doing this for 3 years.

i check my flickr compulsively, even when i haven’t uploaded anything new in ages. if i don’t, i get an overwhelming feeling that someone said something life-alteringly important. i can’t stop thinking about it.