i can’t enter my house if there is a car driving down the street cause then they would know where I lived and could kidnap me. If cars are driving down the street i’ll continue walking by my house until all the cars are gone.
31, 32, __, 34
I avoid consecutive number threes whenever possible. Spelling it out doesn’t bother me (thirty three), unlike seeing the numbers. In fact, I had to wait until there were (1 of 34) pages on this site to feel comfortable posting.
Any time I attend an event and sit down and the chair is warm, I have to move. I can’t sit in someone else’s butt heat, it really grosses me OUT!
grown-up shoe tying
When I tie my shoes, I go for the easier bunny-ears-crossed-into-a-simple knot method. Unless of course I’m convinced someone is watching me. If I even think someone sees me about to tie my shoe, I use the trickier, more grown-up loop-wraparound-underneath technique.
When I am eating rectangular food such as granola bars, I have to have the side that I’m eating from flat. It takes me three times as long to eat it, but if it has the little corners on the side from the previous bite, I can’t take another bite.
never a collapsing tree
I have a fear of heights that seems to be reserved exclusively for man-made objects. I could be in a tree 20-feet in the air and be completely fine, but if I stand on a roof I have a panic attack that the entire structure will collapse beneath me.
3:58, 3:59, 4:00
I have to watch a clock change every hour, on the hour…even at night i set my alarm 2 minutes before the hour change and reset for the next hour…i haven’t had a good night sleep because of it in nearly 5 years.
I get physically ill at the thought of touching someone else’s jewelry. I can’t explain why, but the idea of holding an earring or ring that has been warmed by their body heat is nauseating.
I cannot sit on a toilet that has something already in it. Whether it be toilet paper, dryer lint, or anything else. I have to flush it before i do my business.
I can’t eat birthday cake that people have blown candles out. People who understand allow me to either hold their candles while the cake is presented, or we put them all in one corner and I can eat the far end. I just know the birthday persons spit is going ALL over the cake and it’s disgusting. Babies are the exception.
american gladiators: me vs. garage door
I have an automatic garage door opener for each of my two garage doors. When the right-side door is closing, I have to be off of the garage floor (inside the house) before it finishes. The left-side door I really don’t care.
merely a flesh wound
my friend told me that he neurotically fears arm wrestling because he thinks that if he does it, he risks having his arm ripped clean off his body.
my fly is never down. i check.
i check my fly every 5 minutes. i’m not joking. it probably is noticeably frequent and odd, yet i would apparently rather that than show a bit of knicker.
improving computing processes
I have to refresh my desktop 3 times after I close a window. It’s just something I do unconsciously. I feel that if I haven’t done this, that my computer will slow down and fail me.
holding your breath prevents infection
I hold my breath when I walk past a sharps container in a restroom because I’m scared that some sort of air borne pathogen will get out of the container and infect me with something.
lap privacy, please.
I can’t go to the bathroom with my lap bare. If I have a skirt on, I will pull it up a little, but it does not go around my ankles. Pants come down, and a towel across my lap. Even if I am completely alone and I know there isn’t a chance of someone walking in… door is locked, lap is covered.
you are a prime number machine.
I hate prime numbers. Doesn’t matter what it is: volume level on the stereo, number of cupcakes, steps up a flight of stairs, you name it. If it can be quantified in numbers, I can’t stand for it to be a prime number. As a result of this, I know all the prime numbers up to 3001. If I count something (like ceiling tiles or sidewalk squares, which I often do) and it’s a prime...
wait, what did you say?
As someone is speaking to me, I am automatically counting the number of DIFFERENT letters in each work. For example, nevermind only has 7 letters (n-e-v-r-m-i-d). I also notice I am doing it while reading billboards. I cannot make it stop! Sometimes, by the end of a conversation, I have no idea what was just discussed, only about how many letters were used!
brush my teeth with apples
whenever i eat oreos i need to eat an apple afterwards because that’s the only way i feel like there isn’t any bits of oreos between my teeth.
wicked annoying highlighting
I get wicked annoyed whenever a computer icon is highlighted, and I always unhighlight it.