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Everytime I leave my condo, I usually open the door again and check the stove, toaster, kettle, fireplace, toilet to make sure nothing is left on or running...even if they haven't been used that day.
I guess it's better than coming home to find my burned out condo has flooded my downstairs neighbours...
As already noted in Martin's excellent script, I am very bad with door handles. I can't lock one and walk away. Nope. Spend a LONG time checking if I locked it and then still am paranoid that I didn't. I've missed many bus rides to work because I keep walking back home to check if I locked the front door. Worse at night when I am so tired and want to go to sleep, I fear I shall be sleep locking before you know it.
Also, I have to flip and rotate my pillows before bed. Can't sleep in a bed which feels like I just slept in it, if you get me. Needs to feel new, lol!!
Urmmmmm, also, whenever I watch eastenders, I HAVE to sing/hum a certain chime beat out loud when it's on. I'm SO incredibly sad.
I'm an obsessive compulsive high school student: sharpened pencils. I can never have them dull -- and dull to you is not dull to me. I need pencils needle-point sharp or I get angry. I've been known to go through a pack of pencils in two days because I always sharpen them.Oh, and I hate un-perforated paper and even more, I hate perforated paper that won't tear off. I spend SO much time tearing off the fringe off paper. I've been known to rewrite my math homework more than once if I make mistakes too many times.. even if I erase them. And I color code my notes just like the teacher does. If one example isn't in the same color ink as my teacher writes it on the board, I go home and rewrite it.
My life will be so much easier when I get out of school.
I'm one of those annoyingly restless people who drums their fingers on every available surface. I think it stems back to not being allowed a drum kit as a child. I've got rhythm, damn it!
Also, I simply have to sleep on the left side of the bed. Unless I'm alone, then spread diagonally across the middle will do just fine.
I've developed a habbit of washing my hands to an unhealthy limit, I'll go out of my way if I feel they're dirty.
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Everytime I leave my condo, I usually open the door again and check the stove, toaster, kettle, fireplace, toilet to make sure nothing is left on or running...even if they haven't been used that day.
I guess it's better than coming home to find my burned out condo has flooded my downstairs neighbours...
I know a person like this, so afraid that the house is going to burn down (Even if they're only leaving for like 2 minutes) they even do it if somebody is staying in the house while they leave as if you're so stupid that if a fire breaks out you'd do nothing to put it out.
Like Mabuse, I'm constantly tapping out drum beats on whatever surface I can get my hands on (usually my leg or my desk). I've never played the drums though.
In high school, I abhorred the letter 'k' as well as apostrophes. I'd write entire papers for my classes that refrained from using either of them unless they were part of a quote or someone's name. I also hated the number 4 written with the top pointed as opposed to open. Thankfully, screenwriting cured me permanently of my 'k' and apostrophe issues while the 4 issue just kind of went away by itself.
When I eat it HAS to be even numbers. For example, if I'm eating something like Skittles I will seperate them into color groups, count them, eat them two by two, and throw away any odd colors that are left. For something like a burger I will bite it an even number of times. I always take two sips of a drink, swallow twice. It even reaches into other stuff. I always carry two pens.
And the number four is to me the perfect number. It can only be divided evenly by itself and 2, and every number that is an equal multiple of it and the square are both even numbers. For example, four times two is eight. Four times three is twelve. Four times four is sixteen. Four times five is twenty. All even.
I have this odd distaste for the color yellow. I can accept it in something like a poster, or a yellow scene in a movie, but the color yellow in of itself (like a highlighter) can do anything from annoy me slightly to infuriate me. This one time I broken a highlighter in half and threw it into a river. I kid you not, I threw a highlighter into a river because it was yellow.
I am usually chewing on a toothpick. It's the only thing that keeps me from snapping like a twig. I used to chew on pens, the only problem was when I am holding a pen I have to flip it between my fingers. So, one compulsion sort of interferred with the other. Hence, my hand gets pens and my teeth get toothpicks.
I carry a bottle of hand sanitizer with me wherever I go. Let's just leave it at that.
I'm sure someone has already said this because I really didn't bother reading over the other replies 'cause I'm kinda in a hurry right now, but I saw this and felt like I could post two things in here:
1. When reading a book, I begin to think of a tune and I keep on thinking it and I can't concentrate so I HAVE to hum or sing the tune before I get back to reading it.
2. Whenever htere is a piece of thread sticking from my jeans or pants, I have to pull it out no matter what.
I can't start the day without having a shower, even if I'm about to go to the gym and sweat like a dog, I'll still have a shower before I go, instead of having one after I've worked out.
I can’t leave the net alone. Even when I'm at work and run the risk of getting busted by my boss, I'll keep logging on. I'm doing it right now.
I MUST have a coffee on the hour every two hours and it doesn't matter what I'm doing, everything has to stop, so I can have my coffee.
I suddenly picture you sitting on your chair next to a pile of yarn.
Haha, I can't right now. My cat is sitting on my lap and these pants are new, but if I were wearing older pants and my cat was on my bed, then, yes, I would be picking at the threads right now, and there probably will be a pile of yarn next to me.
Which reminds me of a Sci-Fi commercial thing where this old guy is standing in front of his mirror and he sees a tiny strand of hair on the middle of his bald head and he begins pulling it out and it keeps coming out so he begins pulling it out faster and faster, and it shows a side veiw of his whole body and his strand of hair actually makes up his body, and his body is disappearing with a pile of "body yarn" below him and it fades out right when it gets to his neck.
My most OCD thing that I do, is whenever I see footprints in the snow, I have to walk so that my left foot makes a footprint to the left of the right footprint, and so on. This makes it look like someone was hopping down the sidewalk. I always do this, and it really slows me down.