i am neurotic.

If I’m going from the kitchen to the bedroom, I look around for stuff that needs to be put away, and try to have my arms full each direction. I feel inefficient if I “waste” a trip to another room empty-handed. It’s not like I live in a big house, either.

When I’m in the close company of others and I have to poot (especially if I know it would be a loud one), I like to let it out bit by bit so as not to be heard by anyone. If I make no noise doing so and no one smells it, I feel quite a sense of accomplishment. That sense of accomplishment is replaced by fear, because I wonder if my friends are doing the same thing to me.

Whenever there is something even slightly wrong with me, like I have a rash, I will freak out and research all the diseases with that symptom because I am convinced I must have one of them.

i count my footsteps while jogging. the more i try to stop myself, the more difficult it becomes to stop. my entire mind becomes absorbed with the impact of my feet against the pavement, and can focus on nothing else. also, i count in pairs of 7. it is destroying my ability to run. HELP!!!!!!!!

In the case of glass cups, I can and will not drink out of those with grooves, rivets, markings or carvings. I do not drink without a smooth glass.

The very idea of any crunchy food like onions or lettuce mixed in with food of a different texture disgusts me to the point that if I can’t pick it all out, I lose my appetite. I’m totally fine with them in salads or as solo snacks.

Whenever I am walking with someone else and something comes in between us, such as another person or a divider, that we have to walk around and sort of separate, I always say “bread and butter.”  This is just something we did as kids and I never stopped.

When I read books and I read a line where a character makes a facial expression, I always have to make the facial expression myself, to see what it feels like- I usually do it without even realising.

When I am stressed or feeling anxious I rub material between my middle finger thumb and forefinger.  I don’t know why.  I always have and it freaks out my B/F.  I read romance novels and can’t without rubbing the fabric on the inside of the same purse I have.  That purse’s material seems to keep me calm.

When I make a purchase and receive dollar bills and coins, I get upset when the cashier puts the change on top of the bills. It should be the opposite. I tell them it’s easier for the change to go in my pocket while the bills go in my wallet.