I can’t sleep unless my back is covered. Even in the summer. The rest of me, okay. Leave it bare. But, I’m always scared that someone is going to come in and stab me. Because the sheet that is on me will make me SO MUCH less susceptible to knife wounds.
Whenever I put ketchup on a hamburger, I absolutely MUST make a smiley face. If I have two hamburgers, the smiley face has to go on the bun of one and the patty of the other.
I have to check a specific group of my bookmarked websites after spending too much time on one site or before I shut down my computer. After reading pages on this site, I actually had to start going through the bookmarks again. Facebook, Drudge, Dollard, Perez, TMZ, etc.
Carpet is the absolute worst feeling to me. If I drop a bunch of small things on the carpet, like coins, I have to pick up every one of them. I can’t just scoop them together because then my hands would drag across. When I even think about the feeling of carpet I have to touch my skin with both hands. My skin is soft, carpet is not.
I won’t trade seats on an airplane unless officially recorded with the airline, so that my loved ones will know exactly where I was sitting if the plane crashes.
When I use the microwave, the number of buttons I push has to be equal so each hand can push the same amount of buttons. For example: If it takes 30 seconds to warm, I’ll push CLEAR-3-(left hand) -0-START(right hand) .
I have this weird compulsion with nose touching. Anytime a person touches their nose, I have to touch mine. Once my friends held my arm down and huddled around me touching their noses. When I couldn’t touch mine, I started crying and hyperventilating.
When I use Microsoft Word everything has to be justified. If the font’s aligned to the left and gaps are left at the ends, I stress over changing the wording to get things even.
In the interests of fairness, if I put a sock on my left foot first, I have to put my right shoe on first, and vice versa. If one foot gets both the sock and the shoe last, I worry it will feel less important.
i must iron shirt tags. i cant even put on a shirt if the tag is rolled up or in some other form of disarray. when trying on clothes in the changing room, if it has an unironed tag, i try it on inside out.
I hate dropping things, so I punish myself by having to pick it up with my toes. I even spent 10 minutes trying to pick up an odd shaped water bottle last night.
I have a horrible fear of going down escalators. Going up, I am perfectly fine. If I attempt to go down an escalator without counting five steps, I fear it will tear me to shreds.
When my significant other is out of town on business, I have to sleep with my laptop in the spot where he sleeps. If it isn’t turned on with all my favorite websites and instant messengers up, I will have nightmares that someone will sneak into my room and kill me.
When I pause something on tv and someone’s face is on the screen, I have to make sure that they are wearing an attractive facial expression. If their face is all scrunched up or their eyes or closed or something, I have to play, pause, play, pause until they look nice.
i try to avoid walking under street signs in case it chooses to come loose at that particular moment and slice my head in two.
Every application I have on the computer has to be centered. Whether it’s an email or game on the screen, I will fuss with the scroll bar until it is directly in the middle. Sometimes I even feel compelled to measure exactly how many inches/centimeters from the top and bottom it is, in order to feel comfortable.
My feet have to be covered at all times, socks, shoes anything just as long as my feet are covered. I even have special socks just for the bath.
After sending an important business email I have to, immediately, read my saved copy and clack my teeth together at the end of the first sentence and nod my head, then read it again clacking twice, finishing with a third pass with 3 clacks. Otherwise, panic attacks begin.
When I sleep, my body can’t be level. I generally prop one leg up on something, like the back of a couch, and put my arms above my head on the pillow. For this reason, I find it much easier to sleep on couches than beds.
If I start a book, I have to finish it, even if it’s a terrible book and I hate it. I also can’t start any new books until I finish the book I’m currently reading. It’s as if the book will hate me and I will be a bad, bad person if I don’t remain monogamous to the book until the very end. I can’t leave a movie until the credits are finished, for the same reason.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 number, I can’t get out of there soon enough.
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!
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.
I get wicked annoyed whenever a computer icon is highlighted, and I always unhighlight it.
If I have to spit, the spit has to completely leave my mouth. If a trail of spit leads to my mouth from the ground, sink, garbage, toilet, I am convinced germs travel up that trail and will infect me.
I fold my trash. Gum and food wrappers, tickets, muffin cups, notes, ziploc bags; if it can be folded, I’m already on it. A friend and I were going through my “trash pocket” in my bag about a year ago and everything we pulled out was neatly folded. That’s when I realized that I subconsciously do it, only to trash, though. I’ll look down and my hands are busy folding away.
i can’t use navy blue pens. They almost make me mad. I feel like they should be black and it bothers me. if i’m forced to use one i get in a bad mood.
When I eat a out of a pint of ice cream, the ice cream must remain level at all times. My hubby knows this and will reach over and dig a big spoonful right out of the middle just to watch me freak out! Then I must continue making it even before I can stop eating and put it away!
i am completely repulsed by buttons. the worst kind are the clear plastic ones with 2 holes in the middle. i never wear them, and if someone else is i have to look away. it’s especially bad if i’m eating - i imagine the buttons in my mouth, vomiting up huge waves of them. i cannot bear hearing them clink as they go around the tumble dryer. it’s led to a phobia of thrift/second hand stores, as buttons on old clothes are the worst.
I can’t have the middle vent on the center console of my car be open and not aligned straight and at a 90 degree angle. If anyone messes with it, I have to fix it immediately.
Whenever I’m about to make an important call, it may be something for my work or a date, first I have to brush my teeth or everything will go wrong.
I can’t read a used book. Books (hard or soft cover) can’t have a single blemish or bend on the cover. When a book is too used I’m too distracted to continue reading it. I also cannot associate myself with people who dog ear pages.
Whenever I am throwing food away that has a wrapper or paper that it can be enclosed in such as a cheeseburger from a fast food place or popcorn in a bag, I have to re-wrap or close the food in the wrapper/bag. If I don’t I feel like someone homeless that’s scavenging for food will get mad at me for leaving it open.
I can’t face the same way as my spouse at night. His breathing on me can interfere with my sleep and suffocate me.