i am neurotic.

I work in an office with a packrat/hoarder boss and it drives me absolutely INSANE when I come to work Friday mornings to find that she has been sitting at my desk and ALL of my things are moved and in disarray! It then takes me at least 20 minutes of my morning to re-arrange all items on my desk back to where they should be in rank of frequency of use!

When walking up a flight of stairs, I have to begin with my right foot and end at the top with my left foot. As I approach the top of the stairs, and can see that I will end with my right foot, I will skip a step to ensure it is my left foot finishing.

Before I go for a swim in my pool by myself I must always clean it with the pool cleaning net thing. I have to do it three times at least and if when I’m swimming I see a bug or leaf I have to do it all over again. If I swim with people, I just jump in and don’t care at all.

Before I go to sleep each night, I have to stuff a blanket under my door, and make sure there are absolutely no little gaps where anything could come in. There can be no places where I could even mistake a gap for a shadow, it has to be perfect. If I do not do this, I can’t sleep. I feel as though something will slip under my door during the night and hurt me.

I cannot be bad. Whenever I play a game that gives me the option to do Good versus doing Bad, I cannot play the Bad character. I cannot play villains, I cannot hurt pixelated people. I am afraid that the people in the make-believe universe won’t like me.

Eating in order – Every time I eat a snack out of a bowl–say mini pretzels–I have to eat them in order from least tasty to tastiest. In the case of pretzels, this would mean I have to eat them in order from least salty to most salty. Touching a pretzel also immediately decreases its tastiness value, and the last two must be eaten one after the other.

If I am in a bookstore and pass a stack of books that are not aligned properly I have to stop and straighten them. I pretend to be browsing the books, so people don’t think I work there, or doing something odd.

Every time I order a hamburger, I get ketchup and pickles. Every time. I then proceed to check under the bun and rearrange the pickles to my liking. After that’s done, I eat all the edges of the bun off. Then, I eat around all the pickles. Finally, when that’s complete, I eat the hamburger, eating the bites with the smallest pickles first and the biggest ones last.

Whenever I sing a song and someone tries to talk to me, I have to finish the part that I’m singing before I talk to them because otherwise it will bother me. Just the fact that I’m doing something and someone interrupt me irks me.

I have a habit of reading people’s shirts. I don’t care what it says as long as it has some sort of wording. This becomes a problem with my female friends. My female friends assume I’m looking at their boobs when I’m just reading their shirt. Btw… I’m a guy.