i am neurotic.

I use a clipboard at work. Whenever my shift is over, I feel the need to touch every corner of the clipboard with both hands and put it back in the drawer perfectly straightened. If something interferes with this strange ritual, I do it again.

when changing the channels on my T.V. i have to touch every other button so they do not feel left out. or if my hand relaxes and i accidently touch a few i have to make the amount of times ive touched all buttons equal.

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.

I cant sit in a chair right after a person has gotten up. The warmth in the chair from where their butt was grosses me out. I will immediately get up and move to a different chair if i sit in a warm one or wait to sit if someone has just gotten up from a chair.

When I wipe the table after dinner, I have to make sure to wipe every part of it equally just so that no part of the table feels left out. I extend this sense of ‘object equality’ to other things such as making sure to use both of the CD drives on my computer equally.

I can’t stand handling drinking glasses with water stains on them.  Doing so causes the hairs on my arms to stand up and it sends an unpleasant tingle down my spine.  It gives me the willies.  I can’t empty my parents’ dishwasher because then I would have to touch water stained glasses.

If someone touches their face while I am having a conversation with them, I immediately have to touch my face in the exact same place. I feel like they are trying to tell me that there is something on my face that I need to brush off.

When I am stressed or feeling anxious I rub material between my middle finger thumb and forefinger.  I don’t know why.  I always have and it freaks out my B/F.  I read romance novels and can’t without rubbing the fabric on the inside of the same purse I have.  That purse’s material seems to keep me calm.

i’ve lived in the same house since ’91. every time i go up the basement stairs, i have to touch this little notch in the wood railing – no matter how much stuff i have in my hand. it’s like my ‘clearing’ the basement notch – like if i don’t touch it a crazy guy thats been hiding in my basement for 18 years will get me…?

I cannot stand paper towels or napkins on my skin. Its hard for me to dry my hands with paper and just the thought of wiping my face with one makes me feel ill. I have to avert my eyes during paper towel commercials on tv, they’re always wiping a kid’s face and it’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me!