i am neurotic.

This is a very popular neurosis.  In fact, I think it has the most “me toos” on the site.  My friend Rose is the model in this picture.  We had a hard time trying to make it look like she was fake washing her hands so I kept telling her to look suspicious or guilty.  I think she did a great job.

I saw the home security post, and had to post my version. Before I can leave my house I do what I term my “crazy check”. I must walk through my entire house checking each room and verbalizing aloud that it is “OK”. The worst room is the kitchen, which always gets checked twice. I will walk through, pointing at items such as the stove and saying “Stove off” or an ashtray saying “No cigarettes burning”. Once this is done, I will walk out, lock the door, push it three – five times, and then FINALLY decide it is safe to leave. Yes, that sounds like OCD, but it is my personal glitch.

Whenever I visit someone, I cannot even knock on the door unless I was given verbal permission by the owner to come. I was informed of a birthday party for a friend by a third party and was only able to leave the gift on the doorstop.

Whenever I let someone borrow a movie, I remember with great accuracy who has it. But somehow I can never ask for it back; I have some dvds that have been gone upwards of 3 years.

I have really bad skin, and spend ages in the morning covering it up (can’t go out until it’s perfect). If I get an itch on my face during the day, I can’t possibly scratch it with my fingers or nails, as that would ruin it. So now, I’ve developed this habit of using a bit of hair to ‘brush’ away the itch, as I feel this will be less damaging to my face.

My friend Dan is the model in this picture.  He went to MIT so I expected him to solve the Rubik’s cube.  Unfortunately, he didn’t know how which was a disappointment, but that look on his face was genuine which is priceless.

I can’t sit at a table in a restaurant where I can see my reflection. I’m fine with regular old mirrors, I just hate seeing my reflection out of the corner of my eye. It’s distracting. I make my friends switch seats with me. I’m also really particular about what chair I sit in or where my back is facing.

I have a creative journal project thing going on for myself right now. I must, I must, I must update it everyday; no page can be empty. It started out as something fun then eventually became something I can’t not do. I find myself always writing down things to put in it, and it’s way past its real purpose now. I feel guilty when I don’t fix it, so all my Saturdays are marked with ‘journal day’ most of the time.

When I read anything online, I have to highlight the entire paragraph I’m reading, and then break up the paragraph into two even sections; if there are an odd number of lines, I have to find another patters–for example, 2/3/2 or 3/5/3. If I don’t do this, I can’t read the content.

If I’m forced to eat just a pepperoni pizza because that’s all that is available, I’ll eat around the pepperoni that aren’t touching each other to make a pepperoni cut-out from the slice. I then stack them and when I’m nearly full, I’ll eat each pepperoni pizza cut-out whole. So think pepperoni pizza discs.