i am neurotic.

It drives me insane that the titles for each individual entry on this site are always in lowercase. Same with the website title at the top of the page. I can’t stop glowering at them.

note: Sorry about that!  I can’t stop now.  That wouldn’t be very neurotic of me.

I am afraid to swim in water on video games. I’m perfect ok with swimming in the ocean myself, but if it’s a video game I get freaked out and think that something will eat my character.

When I go grocery shopping I can’t let the cashier scan my values card before he/she starts scanning my groceries. I HAVE to wait till all the groceries are scanned so I see the price drop when they scan my card. Do you really think they would include all the discounts if you scan it before the groceries? no way.

I cannot stand when books are opened too much or enough that the spine is cracked or lines are formed. Pages also cannot be bent in the corners to mark their place. If this happens I usually have to buy a new book to replace it.

I cannot eat soup and I haven’t for 19 years. You can’t drink food. It just doesn’t make sense, and this contradiction has prevented me from trying it my whole life. I mean seriously, soup is ridiculous.

Whenever I buy a sandwich(or have a sandwich I have not made myself) I immediatly have to take it apart, take things out and completely re-organize it to my liking. One time I just left my sandwich and walked out because I watched the person make it and could tell it was beyond repair.

When it is time to schedule classes I want to have the best one so much that I make an excel spreadsheet of every possible combination. Last semester I had 83 spreadsheets.

When my cat pukes or has a hairball, even if it’s been picked up already, I can’t walk or stand in the place the cat puked for a few hours because I feel like I’ll get hairball residue all over my feet or socks.

Whenever I go to someone else house I cannot eat their lunch meat because if I take it I may have to owe them later. The same goes with milk and other dairy products.

Every time I turn off my car, I have to make sure that whatever is playing on the the stereo, radio or CD, is sufficiently “cool” in case someone gets in my car with me the next time and thinks I’m a dork for jamming out to something not hip enough. I feel like people would judge me for listening to certain radio stations.