i am neurotic.

I can’t kill bugs with my bare hands. People laugh at me as I swat away mosquitoes, because I don’t want to touch them. If there’s a convenient other way of killing them nearby, like water or a vacuum, then I can do it.

i submit neuroses on this site and repeatedly check back to the site just to see my own neuroses come alive, but to my avail, nothing. i am neurotic about iamneurotic.com being so discerning with posts. a neuroses is a neuroses and i think mine is pretty damn neurotic!

I have many neuroses, but this, apparently, is amongst the weirdest. I cannot have the duvet with the poppers/buttons at the same end as my face, as I am concerned that during my slumber my head may get caught in the gaps between aforementioned poppers/buttons (and I’ll die), or that a popper will lodge in my eye (rendering me blind), or somehow get stuck in my throat (and I’ll choke). If they’re on the side of the bed, instead of at the bottom, I worry that when I get out of bed, my foot will get stuck and I’ll trip over. They’re at the bottom for a reason.

My cellular provider charges by the minute. When I call and get a busy signal, I listen to it for 59 seconds to get my money’s worth.

Whenever I play do the work-outs on Wii’s “Gold’s Gym”, I have to bow back to the instructor when he bows to me. I know it’s silly but it only seems right.

when I go to the toilet I have to run the tap. Sometimes I try to not run the tap. At the last minute I have to turn it on as I feel like I might panic. my husband commented recently that I wee really loudly. Inside I was thinking…”thats the tap!”

I read a news story about a man who found a dead mouse baked into the loaf of bread he bought from the supermarket. Whenever I buy a sliced loaf now i have to flick through all the slices to make sure no animal has been trapped and baked to death in there.

I always leave a small amount of my drink at the bottom of the glass because it’s the dirtiest part of the drink. Milk and juices are usually the dirtiest drinks so I leave even more left over.

If someone touches their face while I am having a conversation with them, I immediately have to touch my face in the exact same place. I feel like they are trying to tell me that there is something on my face that I need to brush off.

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.