i am neurotic.

When I’m at work as a cashier, I count every single article that comes by. Guess what happens when I lose count? That’s right.

I always try to have at least $1.55 in change in my left pants pocket and always in four quarters, four dimes, two nickel and five pennies. I’ll regularly empty my pocket of anty extra change and take whichever of the aforementioned coins I may be missing from my change jar.

Whenever I eat cereal (honeynut cheerios) and milk I have to make sure that I don’t end up with just one cheerio. I have an aversion to eating just one piece of cereal with milk. I don’t mind eating it one at a time if it’s dry.

When I set my alarm at night the ending digit has to be 6. always. (5:16, 5:36, :5:56) If I end it in a normal number, I consider it a jinx and I will surely sleep through it.

Whenever I see a sign on a highway that denotes distances to multiple cities (ie. New York – 50 miles, Philadelphia, 125 miles), my brain goes into a mode that causes me to find the next number in the sequence that both numbers are divisible by. In the above example, the correct answer is 250. It gets much more difficult when the sign is something like 7 miles vs 22 miles.

Whenever I am around people who are barefoot or wearing sandals I count their toes multiple times until I’m positive there are 5 on each foot.

I have an uncontrollable urge to arrange things in perfect multiples. Say nine cans of cola have to be in three sets of three, and 12 apples in three sets of four, or four sets of three. 17 would be undesirable — I’d have to throw out that extra can of cola to make it a nice four sets of four. Even on a restless night, I count sheep in this fashion. I can’t possibly throw the odd sheep out, but I’ll make it jump over the fence in the fastest speed possible.

When I wake up in the morning, while getting ready for work, I count all of my steps. If I stop, say at the coffee pot, and start walking again, I start counting all over again at 1 until I stop walking. Then I start all over again. I also count the stairs each time I go up and down. The really strange part is that I only do this in the mornings.

i am obsessed with dates; not “romantic” dates, but literally days of the month. i must start or stop something on a specific date and i will make dates significant by adding and subtracting the days together so they can equal or come out to a number used in the date. crazy thing is: i hate math.

i count my footsteps while jogging. the more i try to stop myself, the more difficult it becomes to stop. my entire mind becomes absorbed with the impact of my feet against the pavement, and can focus on nothing else. also, i count in pairs of 7. it is destroying my ability to run. HELP!!!!!!!!