i am neurotic.

I hate escalators. I have missed job interviews because a ride on an escalator was required. If forced to ride…I have to step up three steps…and hold the handrail tightly all the way up. Going down is not an option.

I am actually so neurotic that it bothers me that the “i” in the web address of this site isn’t capitalized.

I can’t stand missing or misused apostrophes. I have to inform the author, add it or focus myself physically and mentally on something else until I forget about it.

I carry around a little Lego man every where I go. I pretend he’s the strong version of me from another dimension. He gives me confidence.

whenever i am in public, listening to music on my iPod, and someone walks by me, i always pause the music to make sure i’m not making any weird noises. if i fail to pause the music, i hold my breath.

I only eat eggs that are made sunny side up. And I don’t eat the white part of the egg. To me, its just there for decoration. So when I eat the egg, I cut around the yolk, put a bunch of salt, and put it straight into my mouth; I’m afraid that if I go slow, the yolk will have more of a chance to break. If I go to a restaurant, I get really irritated when the cook breaks the yolk of the eggs. If it gets to the table broken, I switch unbroken egg yolks with my boyfriend.

When i see a shirt or article of clothing in my closet that i haven’t worn in a long time, i feel sad that it might be lonely, so ill put it on and walk around the house until i go out then i change back into what i wanted to wear.

The first thing I do in every new place I go to is establishing the cardinal points. I cannot relax until I succeeded.

When I wake up in the morning I HAVE to use the toilet, brush my teeth and swab my ears with Q-tips even if I’m going back to bed. Otherwise I won’t be able to relax.

If the vacuum is on, I must hum, increasing my volume, until I can just hear my humming.