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I’m relaxing in the rub reading your book (given to me as a Christmas gift) but had to stop, get out of the tub and pick the remainder of the price tag off and clean any/all remaining glue before I could continue.
I’m relaxing in the rub reading your book (given to me as a Christmas gift) but had to stop, get out of the tub and pick the remainder of the price tag off and clean any/all remaining glue before I could continue.
I was browsing at a bookstore today… I came across the I Am Neurotic book. I read the entire thing. My neuroses was blatantly confirmed by my internal monologue following many of the vignettes I read: “That’s a really good idea.”; “Oh my gosh, I hadn’t thought about people hacking into my computer and looking at me through the web cam.” So, now, here I sit, with my web cam covered, writing this post. Does it get any more neurotic than reading others’ neuroses and realizing that there is so much more I must be doing?
I place books with any color but black up – because, you can see the dust that collects on the books with black covers a lot more than the books with lighter colors. And, that scares me.
When buying a book, I have to ensure that there cover is perfect – no crinkles, wrinkles scratches and such. Also must leaf through the book to make sure the pages are intact. Then, I put that book down and do the same with several other books because I cannot purchase the first one I picked up. Or the second.
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.
If I am reading a book before I go to bed, I have to complete the chapter I am on before turning out the lights. Once I finish the chapter, I have to stick the bookmark in the book without looking. If I see the first words of the next chapter, I have to read that one too before turning out the lights.
I can’t stand used/old books. It’s not their aesthetics (folded pages, broken binding, etc), but the distinct smell all books seem to develop over time. If I open a book and there is even the slightest hint of this odor, I can’t read it – even if I had personally purchased the books brand spandking new and it’s been sitting on my shelf for just a few weeks. Needless to say, I don’t hold a library card.
When I was a kid (around 10 or 11) I read a lot of books written in the first person. As a result, I would narrate all of my actions and words in my head. For example, when I would make myself a sandwich, I would think to myself, “I opened the refrigerator and took out the cheese and mayo. ‘My brother ate all the turkey again,’ I thought with dismay.” Once I actually wound up saying to my mother, “Mom, can I go to Lisa’s?” and then, without meaning to, added, OUT LOUD, “I asked.” At that point I realized I had a problem and started forcing myself to stop doing it, but I still catch myself doing this from time to time. I’m now 30.
When I read books and I read a line where a character makes a facial expression, I always have to make the facial expression myself, to see what it feels like- I usually do it without even realising.
Every night before I go to bed I have to listen to Harry Potter. I cannot fall asleep without it because I like it when people read to me.download underworld rise of the lycans divx