i am neurotic.

When I play Solitaire, I have to place the aces in the boxes in a very specific order – spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs, from left to right. In my mind, spades are the most important suit, followed by hearts, etc. I get irrationally irritated when I see people playing Solitaire with their suits all willy-nilly.

When I was a kid I had one of those blow up cartoon characters with sand in the bottom that you were supposed to punch and would pop right back up again. Mine was a yogi bear one and I felt so bad hitting it that I kept it in my closet and would peek at it occasionally to make sure it was alright.

Someone posted on the website FML about finding ants in their chocolate milk mix. Now, whenever I make chocolate milk, I always stir it around to make sure there are no ants in it.

I hate the feeling when I feel sneeze coming but I never actually sneeze. It drives me crazy. I feel like my body can’t function until I can sneeze. I can’t do anything until I actually sneeze. If I can’t, I just fake sneeze.

When I am eating, I will avoid leaving my plate if I can. This means no getting up to go to the kitchen, bathroom, etc. I am paranoid that if I leave the room, something will land in my food and I won’t realize it.

When I put my hair up in a ponytail, I always have to put the knobby piece of plastic that connects the hairband between by thumb and pinkie, right in the middle, before I start. Sometimes it’ll take me a while, like if its a black hairband and I have to feel around for it because I can’t see it, or its in the middle of the night and I have to turn on the light if I can’t feel it.

I can’t bring myself to poop at someone elses house. I just can’t. I’m afraid the toilet wont want to flush and my poop will be stuck there. Even if i’m staying over night or more than a day I’ll hold until I get back home.

when i was a kid and my mom would pack a juice box in my lunch.  i wouldn’t throw it out at the end of lunch because i felt bad for it. i felt bad for the juice box.

collect care bears. I display my collection. If I must move my collection from one room to another I spend hours arranging them just right in cute little poses and just the right order. Then I take several pictures from different angles so I know exactly how they are. If someone moves one of my care bears even an 18th of an inch I notice. I then have to pull all of them down and rearrange them in a different pattern (checking my pictures to make sure none of them go in the same place or position as before) before I am able to leave the room again. Silly, I know, but not so funny when my friends like to move them just to watch the hours of entertainment they get from watching me put them back up.

Whenever I am riding my bike I ALWAYS have to start pedaling with my right foot, I feel like if I start with my left foot I will fall off my bike and die while I am riding