When I’m with a group of friends, I will try my best to give everyone the same attention. If I feel I’m talking to one of my friends for too long, I will try and politely end the conversation and will talk to another friend. I feel if I don’t do this, they will think that I don’t like them.
When I buy a new book I always take the 3rd book in on the shelf, same for magazines. But, I will shop at secondhand bookstores and not have a problem with the used book being the only one there.
I have this thing with stuff being balanced. If I move one hand three times a certain way, I’ll move the other the same way or in the opposite direction to counteract it. Also, after I’ve made a salad, I don’t like anyone taking anything off the top because it throws off the balance of the salad contents.
I worry so much about saying polite things like “thank you” just the right way that I almost never actually say it, even though that’s less polite.
After 6+ years of sleeping in the same bed with someone else every night, I need to take Xanax in order to fall asleep if that person is not there. I keep envisioning people breaking into my apartment and kidnapping me. This is neurotic because there is nothing that person does by virtue of sleeping next to me that prevents me from being kidnapped in the middle of the night.
Whenever I copy and paste, I have to press ⌘+c at least 4 times, and if I’m copy and pasting to a word document, I have to leave the page with the original open until after I’ve finished.
I had a traumatic experience involving a centipede and a washing machine a few years ago. I have searched for everything to deter these nasty little critters and I found they hate vibrations. Now, every time I am about to take wet clothes out of a washing machine I have to hit the side of the washing machine 2 times to scare away the centipedes that are obviously laying in wait to scare the shit out of me.
Whenever I shop at a supermarket I absolutely must bring the reusable grocery bag that I bought from THAT store. For some reason I feel dodgy taking a bag with another store’s logo.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted to iamneurotic.com, and I’m going to give it another go. Please continue to submit your neuroses through the site or email email@example.com and I’ll do my best to post consistently. Thank you for readership and participation! To kick off my second attempt at keeping the site going, I will repost the neurosis that inspired me to start the site…
peeing with people
I cannot, for the life of me, pee when someone else is in the bathroom. I will have to pee so bad and when I get to the bathroom and realize someone is in the stall next to me, my bladder seizes up and then I get paranoid that someone thinks I’m waiting for them to leave so I can take a poop.
Still struggling to pee in public,
When I want water, and I see that there’s only a little bit left in the bottle, I refuse to drink it and pour it down the drain because I always assume it’s mostly backwash.
I cannot sit on any surface that has residual heat from another person having recently sat upon it. Even in a public place where this behavior is widely frowned upon, I will sit on a chair, feel the warmth of another persons buttocks and immediately stand up feeling disgusted and violated in some way.
I cannot stand talking to someone, or be talked to while in the bathroom. When someone goes into the bathroom, its like they disappear into anther dimension to me.
After I’ve used an airplane lavatory I always have to have the toilet seat down immediately for fear we will hit turbulence and I will be covered in blue stuff.
I have a fear that when I put on shoes, there will be a spider in them, so i always check.