toilet paper barrier
I have to rip the last square off of the toilet paper roll before wiping. It bothers me that in public places some dirty people might touch it and then I am putting it you know where. DISGUSTING!
I have to rip the last square off of the toilet paper roll before wiping. It bothers me that in public places some dirty people might touch it and then I am putting it you know where. DISGUSTING!
Whenever I go to a restaurant that has sugar packets on the table I have to reorganize them perfectly; they all have to face the same way, and they’re organized in rainbow order.
when changing the channels on my T.V. i have to touch every other button so they do not feel left out. or if my hand relaxes and i accidently touch a few i have to make the amount of times ive touched all buttons equal.
Every time i get coffee at a coffee shop, it is impossible to put my own cream in. They have to do it for me, if they don’t I feel as if i haven’t put the right amount in and it doesn’t taste right.
Whenever I want to hear how something I’m writing sounds, I read it back aloud in a British accent.
When I copy something on the computer to paste it somewhere else, I always press command C three times, just in case whatever I was trying to copy didn’t process the first time. If I’m especially worried about it, I’ll do it six or nine times.
Whenever I eat cereal (honeynut cheerios) and milk I have to make sure that I don’t end up with just one cheerio. I have an aversion to eating just one piece of cereal with milk. I don’t mind eating it one at a time if it’s dry.
Whenever I’m in the passenger seat of a car, I occasionally blink in sequence with the spaces between the lane dash marks. And when I force myself to look away, I continue to blink sequentially on instinct only to continue looking back on the road, picking up where I left off.
I cannot take a number two if I don’t have reading material. I will read notes on stall doors, magazines, newspapers, even shampoo bottles, but if I have nothing to read I can’t go.
When I was younger I would co-ordinate my breathing so that I would exhale if I was walking passed a person that I didn’t like or looked weird to me. I thought that by doing this that they would not be able to affect me in any way. I sometimes still catch myself doing it.