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I've never really told anyone about this, but I play the "catalog game." You know, when you get a new catalog (victoria's secret, j. crew, etc) and you go through each page and have to pick ONE THING to theoretically get, even if you don't like anything. Anyways, I have to touch the picture of the selected item. I can't just say in my head "I pick that sweater." I have to touch the picture with the full pad of my right index finger. I can't turn the page unless I feel that a full touch has occurred (don't ask me why), I get all freaked out.
I can't stand when my bare forearm touches the desk at school when I'm writing... it's always cold and it numbs the underside of my arm in this weird way that really bugs me. I always bring a sweater to class so I will have a layer between my arm and the desk, even in May.
I'm also anal about how I do the crossword puzzle. I feel like my day cannot begin until I've done the Washington Post puzzle... no other puzzle will do (not USA Today, nuh uh). It has to be done in black rolling-ball ink and in a certain print style... if I feel like I've gotten sloppy in filling in the boxes I will go buy another paper and redo it.
Okay, I know I'm weird. I also can't get in an unmade bed- used to drive my boyfriend crazy.
One of my sisters is legit OCD and also suffers from trichtillomania (complusive hair-pulling). She started when she was in thrid grade and pulled all her eyelashes out. She's on meds now to mediate her compulsions, but sometimes we catch her going after her eyelashes (she doesn't even realize she's doing it, and it doesn't hurt her, it just feels good).
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