We all have a few OCD like tendencies, so let's hear 'em. -I drum with my teeth. -I check my pockets for my keys and wallet all day long. -If I'm going somewhere I've never been, I worry all day long about not being able to find a parking space. Then, I worry all night long about getting towed (even though I've never been towed). -I only grocery shop at night when it's not crowded. I don't like a bunch of strangers checking out my groceries. -I climb stairs 2 at a time. If there are an odd number of stairs, I make a mental note for next time and remember to start with 1 step the next time. What about you?
You don't even want to know...I'm pretty sure I have full blown Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I've just never bothered to see a doctor...Imagine Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets x 50...
I could scare a lot of you with some of my "idiosyncracies." Let's just say I'm livin' life A-Train style as well.
Ditto. Of course that may have something to do with my habit of setting things down & within a span of 20 seconds forgetting where I put them.
I won't walk through handicap doors, or step on handicap parking space signs. If I happen to walk through a handicap door, I'll have to walk through it again backwards, and then through another non-handicap door.
And I thought I was the only one that was on the verge of OCD! - When walking up stairs, i always start with the second step -Whenever I buy a newspaper or magazine, I always take the second one in the stack. I feel that the first is dirty. - I have to pop my knuckles an even number of times -I'm really obsessed with how my food looks before I eat it. Usually by the time I'm finished adding condiments to a Hamburger or Hot Dog, my wife is already done eating.
I have OCD tendancies...I guess I've always had them, but they just were amplified when I had kids... You know, always wiping stuff, using hand sanitizer, always washing my hands, etc... Also, I always check my pockets for keys and my wallet...Lastly, if I do something a certain way, I make sure I always do it that way, I guess my superstition side comes out...
I drum on EVERYTHING - my desk, my steering wheel, people, the cats, my legs...you name it. I tap almost constantly. Used to drive my teachers in high school NUTS.
Jeff, you drum the cats? You're going to end up on a PETA poster! Do you remember the old Steve Martin movie (was it The Jerk or the Man with Two Brains) with the "cat juggling" footage. Good stuff.
I try not to step on cracks on sidewalks. I wont grab the handle in public bathrooms. Before leaving my home I will walk back inside and make sure the doors are locked and iron is off (even if I know that I had checked before getting into my car). And I also check my pockets to make sure everything is there.
LOL. I thought I was the only one who did this. Must be the drummer connection. I drive my wife insane with my tapping, too. Check. Everyone does this, though. I'm especially paranoid because I carry my cell phone and digital camera with me everywhere, and I'd hate like hell to lose them... - When I buy something, I always pick from the boxes behind the front one on the shelf (essentially what Harrisment said). - I check my alarm at night at least 5 times before going to bed (by turning the alarm button "ON" and "OFF" over and over again). I'm paranoid about sleeping late and missing work. - In order to get comfortable in bed, I put my head on my pillow, lift my head back up, and put my head back down again until it feels juuuuuust right. - I always make sure to say "Excuse me" after EVERY single burp, no matter how loud. - I always absentmindedly shake my legs when I'm sitting. My wife says I make her "seasick" when I do it. My mom does the same thing, so I must've learned it from her.
What about forgetting to come out to Live Sports Cafe to watch the night games on Friday? A friend of mine (may have been Major) told me they read a study that showed the vast majority of people did this and did this for that very reason.
I'm a second newspaper guy. I also don't like to touch grocery carts with my hands. At some less than clean stores I've been known to put produce bags over my hands to push the cart.
I don't have most of those OCD symptoms... except, if I step on a crack or a painted line in a parking lot, I'll step on the next one with the same part of my other foot, to maintain symmetry. My husband does the same thing, even though we were both doing it before meeting each other. Maybe everyone does it. Anything else I check for good reason - like the alarm clock. Oversleeping class is never good, and it's worse when you're the teacher. It's only happened a couple of times and both times I still (barely) made it to class, but the concept is scary. I don't necessarily wake up early on my own. I take the second newspaper from the stack, but it has nothing to do with dirt. It's always possible that someone read or messed with the top one and put it back. I don't want my paper to be missing any pages.
With the tips of my fingers, usually my thumb, I write random, imaginary letters against the palm of my hand, the keyboard, a pint of beer, whatever. The letters are tiny, you can't even see my fingers move. They come in no discnerable pattern. I sometimes write numerals but not often, mostly it's just letters. Usually lower-case. There's only one rule that governs these microscopic imaginary letters: the tip of my finger can never leave the surface. So if I'm writing a lower-case "t", let's say, I can't lift my thumb to cross the "t." I have to start from the bottom, go to the top, then retrace the vertical line to get back to the middle, then form the "t's" horizontal cross-bar. Also, even though my "actual" handwriting is terrible, these invisible letters must be perfectly formed. If I make a mistake I sub-consciously repeat the letter. I write these letters every waking moment. I don't think about them. It's like breathing. I can't remember a time when I didn't write the letters. One time I made the mistake of telling my ex-girlfriend about the letters. She found it unsettling, and she realized that every time I held her hand, I was writing microscopic letters on her fingers, knuckles, palm, whatever. She was like, "I thought you were just being playful and cuddly!" I din't think the letters were weird until then. Something is wrong with me.
