His: I can take a sip of my husband's beer. I can take a sip of his coffee. I can share a Pepsi with him at the movies. But I can not so much as apply my lips to his glass of milk. The idea of drinking from someone else's, or (heaven forbid!) having someone else drink from his milk is anathema to him.
Mine: At yoga, I have to perfectly align the edge of my yoga mat with the planks of wood on the floor of the studio. If they're not just so, I will move out of a posture to correct it.
What're yours?
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I can't waste music, especially classical. If I'm listening to something on the car radio , I have to turn on the same station in my house so I can listen to the rest of the piece.
Hmmm. I don't drink milk so I would never try to drink anyone's milk. Thinking about it, a soda and maybe a beer would be the only drink we would share.
All of my shirts in my closet, have to be sorted by color, according to the color spectrum (ROYGBIV), then by, long sleeve, 3/4 sleeve, short sleeve and no sleeve, and with v necks before scoop necks before crew necks. My v-neck sweaters can not be stored with my crew necks and both of which have to be separate from my cardigans.
When I eat a bag of chips (like the ones you can get with a sub at Subway), I have to empty the bag on a napkin, and eat all the pieces before I can eat the chips that are whole.
Oh...I could go on and on and on. I know - I. Have. Issues.
I *HAVE* to put the ice in a glass before the beverage, and there shall be NO adding of ice later. If it gets warm I will pour it out and start fresh.
I have to turn off the TV on the same station every night--no matter what channel was on when I finished watching. And of course I have to eat my M&Ms a certain way.
Don't even get me started... Have you seen the t.v. show "Monk"?
p.s. I also do the yoga mat thing.
I have to count the stair steps when I go down, but not when I go up.
I have to put the newspaper pages back in perfect order after I have read it... just before I sent it to the recycle bin. If someone reads the paper before me and does not put it in order, I cannot read it.
I cannot turn off the radio when the DJ or moderator is speaking in mid-sentence. It just seems rude.... I know, I know, makes no sense.
I have to eat all my M&Ms in color order. And all the same color at once. I have done this since I was a kid. I got REALLY confused when people gave me holiday M&Ms. I also have a hard time sleeping someone and facing them. I can't stand when people breathe on my face. I will get out of bed and wash my face and go back to bed.
Catgirl and I are m&m soul sisters. Me too. Only one color at a time and in a certain order. It's scary.
hhmmm i am not sure what mine are.. I would have to think hard about this one.
Wow. Reading some of these comments makes me wonder if some of your readers have OCD! The only thing that comes to mind is that I always smell milk before I pour it, to check if it's gone bad.
It's because the milk is thick and there are residue issues and it makes total sense.
That yoga mat thing is just crazy though.
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Hmmm...I'm apparently fairly normal. (except for the drooling bit)
My god - I have so many, and I can't even think of one at the moment. The truth is, I have sooo many OCD tendencies that I've had to get over in order to live with the messiest man alive... Okay - that's going a bit far - but really, he is a slob. And then the three little guys are slobs just by default since they're toddler/preschool age... I used to have to make a big fuss over visitors, but now I just warn them to be ready for chaos and squalor.
Oh wait - I have one. I can spend an inordinate amount of time making a bed. And it just confounds me that even when he's REALLY trying to please me with a perfectly made bed, my husband still manages to miss huge wrinkes, lopsided coverlet placement and pieces of sheet hanging out of its tuck. What is he? Blind? What am I? Obesssive? Yes and yes.
I will not drink wine in a glass that has any spots on it. It just seems so gauche.
My ice maker must be full at all times. If it starts to get low, I begin to worry that we might run out, and runnig out of ice would be disastrous.
I can't stand a cluttered car. No papers, wrappers, or anything else can be on the seats or the floor.
But I think the one about not cutting off a radio announcer mid-sentence is the best one ever!
I have 2. I will never put a book down if I'm on chapter 13 (or a multiple of) or on a page ending with a 13, or a multiple of.
Also, at night, I need to get into a made bed. If it's midnight and my bed is messy, I will make it, just to get into it.
Ooh, one more...I eat each items on my plate separately. I will eat all the veggie, then the rice, then the meat, not in that order, but don't move on until one is finished.
I think milk would bug me, too...
The milk thing is funny. I share anything. I have too many idiosyncrasies to share.
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