Here’s why I believe I am a crazy person.
- I have to have all the knives on the magnetic knife block facing the same way.
- I absolutely cannot stand it when the car is turned off when the windshield wipers are in mid-swipe. I actually made Tom turn the car back on the other day to fix this and he looked at me like I was a crazy person.
- I cannot have notification icons on ANY of the apps on my phone; system updates, Pinterest, Facebook, text messages…whatever. I will go deep into my phone searching for the reason why there’s a little ‘1’ symbol next to some random app I never use just to get rid of the notification. For this same reason, I cannot handle looking at Tom’s phone because it makes my skin crawl looking at the gazillion notifications he gets for all his different apps. He just ignores them because he is a normal person.
- I swear, I TRY to ignore it when a lid is screwed onto a container incorrectly and is a little bit crooked. The other day the lid on the mayonnaise jar was a bit screwy and I saw it just as I was closing the fridge door and I thought, “Leave it alone Leah, you are not an insane person.” I lasted about two minutes before I went back to the fridge and fixed the lid. The satisfaction it gave me was enormous and (I believe) highly irregular.
- Clothes in the closet must be facing the same way. The same goes for the hangers.
- If the microwave is stopped before the timer goes off, the stop/clear button always needs to be pushed. I can’t stand seeing the clock on the microwave stuck at 33seconds. I don’t know why, my brain just goes all squiggy for some reason.
- I don’t like word searches. I don’t find them enjoyable but when I start one, I HAVE to finish it. This sucks because I’m then spending at least 5 minutes, more likely 10, doing something I really don’t enjoy doing but am compulsively unable to stop. If you want to distract me from doing something, leave a word search puzzle with only one word circled, lying where I can see it. You’ve effectively put me out of commission for some time.
- I don’t like wearing rings. I got a ring stuck on my finger once and I tried so many different ways to get it off that my finger swelled up and turned purple. My brother finally had to cut the ring off with a giant pair of garden shears. Since then, any time I put a ring on, I check every minute or so that I’m able to take it off. I have dreams sometimes where I can’t take the ring off and then I wake up feeling slightly panicky and have to check my fingers to make sure there’s no devil jewelry cutting off my circulation. My mom wears lots of rings that she can’t get off at certain times of the year and I don’t like to think about this. If I watch someone show me how a ring is stuck on their finger it makes me feel all twitchy and weird.
- I don’t like things to be barely open. I don’t mind if a drawer or a door is WIDE open. But I don’t like things to be slightly ajar. It makes me feel like they’re in a transition place where they’re neither open or closed and my OCD starts running all amok. I’d rather have every darn drawer in the house wide open than two drawers open just an inch. It’s very strange.
- I feel like lists should always end with an even number.
After reading this blog post, Tom will now have a multitude of ways to mess with me. I’m going to come home from work tonight to every drawer in the house being slightly cracked open.
It’s October 31st down here at the bottom of the world so I’ve got to go throw my costume on before I head into work. I’m going as a Texan, which pretty much just means I’m putting on my cowboy boots and a plaid shirt.
Happy Halloween, y’all.