i am neurotic.

When I have my period, I have to check the toilet twice or more everytime I go to the toilet because I’m afraid it wont flush and people will find out I have my period.

I have a problem with people’s feet touching things that don’t belong to them. Not because I don’t like feet, but because I feel like if your feet touch something that doesn’t belong to you, they will be very very dirty, and I can’t stand dirty feet.

I always shave my legs twice. Once with the water off, then right when I turn the water back on – my legs get goosebumps when the hot water hits them so I get a much closer shave the second time.

I can’t handle getting water in my ears. Even in the shower. When I rinse my hair, I have to plug my ears. I don’t put my head under water when swimming not even with earplugs. Just thinking about that sound when water goes inside my ears makes me cringe.

When I am on my period, I drive extremely carefully because I don’t want to cause any kind of accident. I don’t want to doctors in the hospital to discover that I had a tampon inside of me when I died.

I can’t stand seeing hairs on the tiled bathroom floor – I always think they’ll stick to my feet and then I’ll transport them around the house, and somehow they’ll get in my food or into my nice clean bed. I have to wipe them up with a wet wipe as soon as I see them, even if I’m just about to go to bed.

I have no problem with hair, unless it’s not attached to someones head, then it really disgusts me.When it gets on the soap I can’t just pick it out, the thought of that hair will follow me while I use that soap, I have to throw it out,with gloves. I just can’t stand to touch it.

I absolutely cannot open my eyes when my face is wet. When I’m in the shower I’ll sort of scrape the water off my face with my hands until I feel my eyes are safe to open. The one exception to this is when my whole body is immersed underwater, but even then it takes work.

every time i cut my big toe nails, i have to smell the smelly stuff that accumulates in the corners of the nail. i scrape it off the ends of the nail and then squish it out on my fingers so i can smell it properly. no one must see me do it.

After I cut my nails, I feel the urge to perpetuate their existence perhaps into something resourceful, so i’ll often put them in a plant pot around the house or around a plant I like in the garden. A little part of me hopes that perhaps one day these parts of me will be found and analysed in hundreds/thousands of years time and the rest of me would like the nails to become a part of the plant some day.