The other night we were about to go to bed when I notice H had left the dresser drawers slightly open. All I had to do was give H a look and he climbed out of bed and fixed those drawers, he knows me well. Of course when he got back into bed he was sure to make a few comments on the fact that I am so weird about certain things which got me thinking about other things that I am “weird” about.
Lets be real, we all have things that we are a bit weird about. My weird tendencies may be borderline OCD, but you know some things just need to be a certain way to keep me happy. After writing this list down I don’t know if I will be able to deny my OCD tendencies, just keeping it real over here, I hope we can still be friends.
My fridge
Everything in my fridge has its place and is organized in a certain way. Yogurt cartons on one shelf with the labels facing forward, cheese and lunch meats on another, you get the idea. H drives me crazy on this one always putting things on whatever shelf he feels like. And clutter, oh no, you will not find several different types of sauces in my fridge. If it was up to H are entire top shelf would be full of different sauces, Icelanders love their sauces. If I open my fridge and see an unorganized mess I have a mini panic attack!
Checking my alarm
It has to be done four times. Not two, not three, and not five, four. Okay this might be a touch of OCD but I have done this same nightly routine of checking my alarms for as long as I can remember. And after I check my alarm those four times I lay down and ask H if he set his alarm, you know just in case mine doesn’t go off.
Feet
I just don’t like feet. I blame this on the fact that when I was 12 a boy told me my toes where so fat I needed life jackets for them, true story, and now I am feet traumatized. Both H and my mom like to tease me about this putting their feet on me whenever they get the chance, ugh just thinking about feet touching me creeps me out.
Calling People on the Phone
Having to call somebody I don’t know totally stresses me out. Like I get awkward and forget my name then do strange giggles stressed out. When I was doing my internship in Australia we had to spend two days cold calling companies, most uncomfortable two days of my life! And now I am even more stressed about calling people with the added issue of the language barrier and me first having to ask if English is okay in Icelandic. Geez, I am a hot mess express when it comes to the phone!
Windshield wipers
They must be completely down. Not even just a little up, no completely down, end of discussion. I will legit turn the car back on until the wipers are properly in their place, I just can’t walk away otherwise.
Dresser drawers, lockers, doors in general
What do these all have in common? They must all be completely closed before I can walk away. Dresser drawers need to be closed, having clothes stuck in the drawers just drives me mad (I am looking at you H). Doors to the cabinets, closets, etc need to be closed completely. If there is any issue with them not closing I must get it fixed so that they will close all the way. And when I walk into the locker room with all the lockers half open, it takes all my willpower to walk out of the room and not close every single locker first.
My Daily Path
This is an issue that started when I was a little kid and I am far from growing out of it. I have this thing that once I have a way to get somewhere, it is the way I go every time. For example, I walk the same way everyday when I go down to the gym from my office. I recently discovered that there is a much quicker way to get to the gym from my office but I still go the same longer way everyday because I don’t want to break out of my routine. When I was younger my parents use to drive different ways to school to show me you could take different ways but I would throw a fit thinking there was only one right way. I like to think I have grown out of the fit throwing at least.
Even number everything
The volume on the tv, how many miles I run for the week, the chapter number I leave off on, they all must be even. The other night I was playing my newest obsession Candy Crush and told H I couldn’t stop until I won two games, its just the rule.
Tell me I am not the only one that has things that they are weird about???
Question of the Day?
What things are you weird about?
