Fussy folks. The everyday things that make us insane.
 

I just needed to carve a little confessional booth...dig a little hole in the ground behind the house...have some little niche where I can put these things. I thought it might benefit others who, like me, live a life rife with tiny torments.


Here's one:

I hate it when the ends of my sleeves get wet when I'm wearing a long sleeved shirt. IT FUCKING DRIVES ME NUTS.
When this horrible thing happens, I have to stop whatever I'm doing and change my shirt. Elsewise, I might spin aimlessly in a circle clawing at the offensively moistened cuffs, as if I'd been doused with flames.

Thanks for letting me share.

:baby:

Wet sleeves/pant legs definitely drive me crazy.

I have a compulsion to make shiny things shiny. It drives me nuts when they're not... for example - faucets. (But it's not limited to faucets). If it was meant to shine, it NEEDS to shine.

I don't know what I was thinking when we got the LG Shine cellphones.

Speaking of wet pant cuffs - the rain here has reached biblical proportions - so guess who took off her shoes and has her feeties by the space heater at work???

I think I need to invest in a pair of those fisherman boots.

I feel like one of these ----> :duck:

My food touching on a plate... drives me nuts. Call us the House of Many Tiny Bowls... so much for Chef Jess' lovely creations... "composed" if you would... nope... not happenin... not on my plate.

I may have an extremely "mild" case of this ... I particularly don't like sauces or gravies touching my other food unless I put it there or mix it myself.

I do have a meat on the bone disorder (with the exception of spare ribs). I cannot eat meat off of a bone (I have to yank, cut or tear it off). Mare is a bone eater, so it works out well in our house. :) For some reason, I can eat the meat off of a spare rib. Go figure.

Waiting or making people wait.

For instance, if I'm going through a toll booth, I have my money ready (exact change) so when it's my turn, it's a smooth transaction.

I HATE it when people pull up, dig in their purse or wallet or fish around for money. They know the toll is approaching yet they stop and make the entire line of people wait. The irriation octive increases when it's the "Exact change" lane and there are no attendants.

The same thing when we order delivery food. I get the total and have the money ready by the door when the buzzer rings.

Is it sad that I can feel irritated just typing this? Arghhh

I hate moist sock syndrome to the point that unless snow is deep enough to cover my shoes, I will not wear socks.

The sleeve thing has forced me to own lots of 3/4 lenth sleeves.

I can't STAND 3/4 length sleeves. lol ... I'd rather roll up my sleeves and take a chance than wear clothing that looks like it shrunk only in the arms.

:twitch:

Pantyhose or tights with a sagging crotch are unacceptable. I can't wear them, no matter what.

Wearing wool is very difficult--it itches, feels weird, and just skeeves me out. I might wear cashmere (were I to have any cashmere...), but only with something underneath to buffer me from the itchiness which, apparently, only I experience. I absolutely cannot wear any kind of wool if it gets wet. I have a wool dress coat that I wear with the sleeves rolled up so I can't feel the wool on my wrists. I have to wear gloves, too, so I can't feel the wool on my hands when I touch the coat. I'm getting chills just thinking about it.

I am allergic to wool, makes winter difficult.

I have ocd very badly. I no longer can wear long sleeved shirts because of it. When I was wearing l/s, if I got anything on the cuffs, I would have to roll them up. And if they got wet, it freaked me out. I would change shirts. I could change shirts 2-3 times a day.

If I get anything on my sportshirt or even my undershirt, off it goes. Laundry is done every single day in my house. That is just how bad my ocd is. :woodchop:


Other things I do...

*I count

*I check and recheck doors, stove & oven, coffee maker, car door locks, car windows

*Saying someone's name in a certain order and 3x's...everything is done in 3's

*I very rarely wear socks. Socks are just one more thing to bother me.

OK back to socks.

Where do they come from...the little mounds of them everywhere? Behind the couch, under the bed, in the bathroom corner, in a cabinet????????????? How do they get there?

Where do they go? I have long suspected a link between missing socks and the Bermuda Triangle, Jimmy Hoffa and the Polar Ice Cap. I wonder if when the ice cap melts, a huge sea of lost socks will emerge.

*hrummph*

I often think that MIA socks are reincarnated in plastic clothes hangers. Seems like the more missing socks, the more hangers we have...

Kinda like "Everytime you hear bells ring, an angel gets its wings"... :dance1:

A LOT
 

I have long suspected mini sock monsters, however I have never actually seen them with a sock. Maybe while I am sleeping?

Indeed.....hmmmm....maybe ours turn into tumbleweeds of animal hair? *ponders*