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[adiva_calandia]

What's your neurosis?

Come on, admit it: we've all got them. Those little things you do because things have to be just so, the little rituals you perform. Do you eat paper? (Guilty, in junior high.) Can you not sleep without a blanket covering at least your feet? (Guilty.) Do you feel off for the rest of the day if you don't take exactly the same route to work? (So guilty.)

Share! Find out who else does it! You can comment anonymously if it's just that weird.

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[adiva_calandia]

I have "my" stall in any bathroom I visit regularly, and I'm always a little put off when someone else is occupying it.

'Sokay, though -- I generally have a backup.

[bcgphoenix]

I can't go to sleep unless I have some kind of comforter (preferably a huge, puffy quilt, but an ordinary blanket'll do in a pinch) that I can ball up and hug like a stuffed animal. Yes, even in the summer in an apartment with no air conditioning.

I bite my nails constantly.

And I did the paper-eating thing in elementary school, too. *sheepishly high-fives*

[adiva_calandia]

Word on the comforter. Which is really problematic, given the weather over the last week or two.

The really embarrassing thing about the paper eating? I did it because everyone else was doing it. Is that not the saddest instance of peer pressure ever?

[skygiants]

I always feel the need to have the next 'just for fun' book I'm reading lined up and readily available - even if I have no actual time to read it, I get fidgety if I don't have one I can pick up if I need it. I tend to sleep with it under my pillow, too. It gives extra neck support!

[littledust.livejournal.com]

I dislike whenever digital clocks display a prime number as the time. Whenever I get bored enough to watch the clock, I entertain myself by dividing the time into the smallest number possible. So when 1:03 rolls around, that's an entire minute of boredom!

[aberration]

I have to do things to get ready in the same order every day. If I screw it up, I think I will/did forget something.

And I can put eyedrops in myself, but can't stand it when my optometrist tries to do it. I think getting shots would be a lot easier if I could just do it to myself.

[catch22girl]

I'm guilty of the blanket thing too.

I can't put in eye drops and worry that I'm doing it wrong, if I don't take my medications all together I forget which ones I've taken and then worry about overdosing, I can have an entire room that's a mess but as long as one section is neat and organized I feel like I'm okay.

I try to time it so that I finish my drink and my food at the same time and if I still have something to drink I keep eating.

I get cold easily and bring zip up sweaters everywhere, even in the middle of summer.

I could go on but neurosis should probably be my middle name :)

[adiva_calandia]

Oh man, word on the meds thing. Which reminds me . . . *grabs vitamins*

I dislike it when drink =/= food, but I don't go to great lengths to deal with it. I just . . . won't leave the table until the drink is gone.

[ghost-light.livejournal.com]

If I am the only one in the bed, I always jump the last foot or so.

Monsters, you know.

[deutscheami.livejournal.com]

I can't put a stuffed animal on a shelf by him/herself; they always have to have a buddy stuffed animal to sit with because I have this irrational suspicion that they'll get lonely otherwise.

[gramarye1971]

I really hate being the last person to finish any food or drink in the fridge or on a table. I have let milk go bad rather than drink the last half-inch in the bottle, and I have let cereal go stale rather than eat the three-quarters of a bowl that's left in the box. You'll usually have to twist my arm to get me to finish the last slice of cake or pie on the plate. And I generally don't like being the person to 'kill' what's left in a bottle of wine, either.

(I can actually trace the source of this neurosis, though. My mother has a habit of opening the fridge, looking at the contents, and asking to the house at large, 'Who ate/drank the last [insert foodstuff or beverage]?' Seeing as how I'm an only child, you'd think that process of elimination would inform her that if SHE didn't finish it, it was probably either my father or me -- and asking either one of us 'Did you eat/drink this?' would be the sensible question, rather than addressing the invisible hordes who apparently like to open the fridge and eat the leftover meatballs when she's not looking. It's made me a bit paranoid about food.)

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

I have my bathroom stall, as well, and I have an irrational fear of people seeing me in the bathroom (unless I walked in with them, and sometimes even then). So if people are coming in and out, I'll wait until there's nobody outside of the stalls to finish up and wash my hands.

I believe in monsters under the bed and in the closets, making dark rooms very difficult.

Unless I'm really tired or really sick, I can almost never fall asleep without a tv on in the background. Fans help, too.

[jothra]

I don't like having dirt under my fingernails. I've gotten better about this one over the years, especially with me taking up more gardening. But if I've got a hangnail, it has to go RIGHT THEN or else I will worry it until it bleeds. Thus: I carry nail clippers everywhere I go.

[rebootfromstart.livejournal.com]

I cannot wear contact lenses, because I'm convinced that if I do and then open an oven or go out into the heat, they'll melt in my eyes.

My window always has to be open a crack. This is problematic when mixed with bushfire season, when I become convinced that the house has to be made airtight so we won't suffocate on smoke.

If there's a sound in my room that I can't locate the source of, I can't sleep. This has led, once, to me tearing the room apart in search of the buzzing that I eventually found out was coming from my speakers.

No matter how hot it is, I have to have something covering my spine when I sleep.

[rebootfromstart.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I have to be doing something with my hands, whether it's fiddling with a pen or my bracelet or whatever. I think this stems from the idea that if I make sure my blood is still circulating, I won't have to get them amputated.

[ceph.livejournal.com]

I always make sure to thank my car when it reminds me that I have accidentally left my lights on.

I also get faintly nervous if I sneeze and no one says "God bless you" or similar.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

I hate it when I'm talking to someone and can see that they have sleep in their eyes / eyelashes or eyebrow lashes on their cheeks / god forbid eyelashes in their eyes.

I can't fall asleep usually unless I've been doing whatever is my habit for going to bed. This has been, depending on point in time in the past: talking to someone; talking to someone in-character; reading; listening to the same iTunes playlist in order; having a cat asleep on my head/arm/feet/bed.

If a room is messy, it stays messy, because if I clean it up and a single thing ends up out of place, I freak out about it.

Similarly, if I'm ironing a shirt or something, the entire thing has to be perfect, and if a single spot isn't I will get upset.

... most of mine boil down to "but it has to be perfect or else it's no good!" sorts of things. Tiny detailed things that are out of place drive me batshit.