i am neurotic.

Whenever I eat Good ‘n’ Plentys I have to eat the pink ones first. I feel as though everyone likes pink better than white, except me, so I let the white ones ‘live’ longer.

I wear all black everyday. I plan out my black outfits days in advance so everything is perfect. Despite owning many different varieties of black clothes, everyone just says “You’re always in black…” They never notice the variety of different black clothes I spend so much time putting together. Never-the-less I will continue to purchase more and more clothes in solid black so that I can be myself.

Whenever there is freeze pops at my house, everyone always eats every kind but the purple {grape} and the red {cherry.} But afterwards, i feel bad for the Purple kind, because no one likes it. So, i end up eating the purple kind. But not the red kind, because the red kind doesn’t care. The purple is the one that feels left out.

When I eat smarties, I have to know what colour the smarties is before I eat it. If I forget to check before it goes into my mouth, I have to take it out to check.

I can’t eat green sweets. I pick them out. I won’t eat m&ms in the cinema for fear of eating a green one. On a really bad day I have to eat a different colour in between eating yellow and blue. They might become green in my mouth.

I have to touch red for 10 seconds if i see a royal mail van or else i will get bad luck.

I categorize colors, numbers, and letters into genders.

When I play solitaire one the computer, two red aces cannot be touching. It has to be red, black, black, red. And when my friends are playing I make them have it in the same order or I have to leave the room.

My grandmother told me when I was a kid that bright red lipstick will drain your lips of all their real color. To this day, I still can’t wear bright red lipstick – I stick to very pale shades…

My younger sister has to have things in rainbow order, and normally i don’t care, but for some reason i cannot bear for the coloured cups in our kitchen to be grouped in colour. They cannot look too organised and have to look like they have been stacked randomly and I will spend hours making sure that they are ‘random’ enough. Consequently, the cups order can change 20 times a day since both of us get strange itchy feelings whenever we see them stacked in a way we don’t like! Life’s a bit irritating