i am neurotic.

if i find a loose knob on a cabinet or drawer, no matter where i am, i must then go and make sure every other knob is tightened.

I cannot lay flat on the ground facing the sky. I am terrified that somehow gravity will fail me and I will fall upwards into space.

i haven’t actually made skin contact with a toilet in nearly 2 years. i don’t sit to urinate and i always have to use three complete toilet paper squares for each side otherwise.

I always have to leave the room, and plug my ears after I’ve put somthing in the toaster. When I think it might be done I carefully peek back in the room. If it hasn’t popped yet I run as fast as I can out of the room to make sure it doesn’t pop when I’m there. It just scares me too much.

I will only eat folded chips. If the chip is not folded, I will not eat it. When the folded chips are gone, I throw them away.

When I’m lying in bed and I can’t hear my boyfriend breathing, I’m afraid he’s died and I have to shake him awake. The same goes for any sleeping person in my presence.

when using a roll of tape without a tape dispenser, I always leave a folded over tab of tape. It must be folded upon itself in a fashion where sticky parts of the tape are not exposed and about 1/4″ of tab must be visible for easy pulling.

you know that stuff that gets under your PC mouse out of nowhere? i have no idea what it is but i just always HAVE to clean it for no reason at all, just NEEEED to do it.

Before I go to sleep, I have to make sure that my books are arranged in height order from tallest to shortest, and that every cupboard/drawer is closed. I also make sure that everything touches the corners of my drawers if they are the same shape as it, such as a book. I also have a marked ring where I must keep my hairbrush in place.

I am constantly checking the zipper to my jeans; after using the bathroom, after walking out from any bathroom, or before walking into a building or public place. I’m terrified of being caught with my fly open. I’ve gotten very good at discreetly checking the zipper with my thumb to see that it’s up where it should be.