i am neurotic.

Every time I see the word ‘meow’ or some variation of it, I have to meow. Yes, I just did so twice.

i cannot eat if I’m wearing a coat or have earphones in. If I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt i have to push up the sleeves. I just feel so cluttered. If i have to eat in a car i have to take my seat belt off. I know it’s dangerous, but i just can’t eat with it on.

When I’m on the elliptical trainer at the gym, the rate of incline and the resistance have to match. They also have to be on even numbers.

Whenever I’m at school, I’m paranoid that somebody will break into my locker and steal all of the important stuff I have stashed inside. Even though I know that I made sure it was locked several times and no one else has my combination, I still think it will be broken into sometime that day.

When I baby sit my niece I watch TV with the volume at 5 and captions on so not to wake her. I’ve been told this is ridiculous.

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!

Whenever I spin, I have to immediately follow it by a spin in the OPPOSITE direction. I feel like I’ve been wound up, and I have to unwind otherwise I’ll spend my day twisted.

I hate when someone tears a paper towel, leaving a corner still attached to the next paper towel. They are perforated for a reason!

I can absolutely not have sex with my socks on. It grosses me out and the only thing I’m able to think about the whole time is that my socks are on.

Whenever I see cooking debris or food scraps, I feel the urge to compost or recycle them; it would be a terrible waste otherwise. But I don’t want to touch other people’s food remains. Then I feel guilty for not composting that stuff. I believe that we need food scrap recycling in more places, but I feel guilty for not lobbying for that cause.