i am neurotic.

I cannot put in my own eyedrops. I have to have someone else do it while I am lying on my back on my bed, holding open my eyelids, and I have to roll my eye all the way back in my head so that I can’t see the drop coming down. This is especially awkward when I am in an argument with the people I live with.

When I’m in the close company of others and I have to poot (especially if I know it would be a loud one), I like to let it out bit by bit so as not to be heard by anyone. If I make no noise doing so and no one smells it, I feel quite a sense of accomplishment. That sense of accomplishment is replaced by fear, because I wonder if my friends are doing the same thing to me.

After I comb my hair, I always have to check there is no hair left on both of my combs or else I think something bad feel happen to my family.

Every time I poop, I have to have complete silence. If I hear any noises that are coming from outside the bathroom, I have to cover my ears while I poop, or I just can’t go. I also know a friend who can only poop when he’s naked, and takes all his clothes off first. WTF?

in the shower while i am shaving my legs, i almost attempt to shave all of the hair around my ankles, but i always seem to miss a spot or two. i believe this is because i am terrified of cutting the wrinkly part of the back of my ankle, that it will bleed like crazy. because of this fear and inability to shave correctly, i aleays have at least one spot of what i like to call “ape ankles.”

When i run in my house or specifically, down the stairs while I’m not wearing a bra, I have to clutch my boobs to my chest. This is because if i dont, I know they will dangle freely as boobies do and i worry that after a lifetime of me not clutching them up, they will sag horribly.

Whenever I accidentally bite down hard on my lip while eating something (which happens more than I’d like to admit), I can never bring myself to swallow whatever is in my mouth because I know the pain won’t let me enjoy it.

Whenever my face itches, I have to use a piece of my shirt to cover my fingers to scratch it. I can’t scratch my face like a normal person… but I don’t think anyone really notices…

When I’m doing my make up, I have to do the exact same thing to both eyes. Even if I do a massive accidental smudge which I then wipe off, I have to do it on the other eye and wipe it off that eye too. I feel like one eye will get jealous that the other has recieved more make up. And that my face will look wonky.australia dvdrip download

I wear mismatched socks all the time but shades of red socks must ALWAYS go on my right foot and blue shades on my left. Always, always, always. This is do to the fact that I associate red with blood and, with my right foot being my dominate foot, that’s the foot I would kick people with. My left foot is my pacifist foot and blue means peace to me.