i am neurotic.

i cannot handle breathing in the air in a nightclub. something about inhaling hot air produced from drunk people’s sweaty bodies just makes me want to throw up!

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.

Every time I have company over, I get really scared that my house has some sort of bad smell that I can’t smell because I’m used to it. I’m always lighting candles or burning incenses hoping that people will say my house smells nice and calm my fears.

I can’t stand Doritos. The smell of them make me sick, and when people eat them their breath brings a tear to my eye I hate it so much. I can barely walk down the chip aisle in the market.

I don’t breathe through my nose around people unless I really like them. I feel like I am taking a part of people in and there are very few people I want to inhale.

Whenever I spray Febreze, I have to spray it slowly like they do in the commercial. Then when i\’m done spraying it, i have to smell the room and smile, like they also do in the commercial.

I love the smell of rubbing alcohol.  I can’t open a bottle without sniffing it.  Sometimes I open it just to sniff it.

I have a phobia of tomato ketchup. I don’t know why but it’d red, smelly and weird. I have to walk out the room if i smell it. I can’t touch anything with ketchup on it.

Whenever I smell gasoline, I try to hold my breath, because I’m afraid that if I breathe in the fumes and the fumes somehow ignite, my lungs with be burned inside of me and I’ll die a horrible fiery death.

If I receive a book either from the library or the store, I am always compelled to smell it before I read it. Recently this compulsion has spread to CD liner notes.