Carly's Quirks
I have frequently been told by my sister that I exhibit what the medical profession likes to call "obsessive-compulsive tendencies." In the spirit of this diagnosis, and of a similar layman's diagnosis that came from Kim last night, I will keep my promise to the latter and lay out, in full public view, a catalogue of my obsessive-compulsive-isms.- I have the compulsive and obnoxious need to be at least ten minutes early to every appointment. This particular trait has grown worse since I arrived in a city with an unfamiliar layout.
- I obsess about my books and their homes. This means that my bookshelves have a very particular and precise order that involves neither author nor title, but rather, rank, in terms of how much I like a book.
- On that same note, my sisters like to remind me that I am indeed ridiculous, as for a while I required them to sign out any books they borrowed. I maintain that this was warranted, because I kept finding my precious books, soaked with water, on their bathroom floor.
- I take perfect notes. In high school, I was loathe to even scratch out a mistake, and I was known as the girl in the history class who used White Out on her notes. I have, however, gotten better throughout the years. Looking back, even I can say that was going a bit overboard. However, my notes are still the best in the business.
- I count stairs. Whenever I am climbing stairs, I am also counting them.
- Similarly, when I am riding in a car and it is passing by lampposts, or some other series of things spaced evenly apart, I blink in time with the passing objects.
- I purposely go to bed and fall asleep in the same position every night (but I think this is usual for most people.)
- My computer desktop is like my bookcase -- I have my own system, and I can tell at a glance if someone has tampered with it.
posted by Carly Fowler @ 5:36 AM
7 Comments:
While i've never really noticed your OCD tendencies, I do sympathize with the step-counting. I used to know how many steps it was from my door in Carlin to various points on campus. If i remember correctly, Kim told me this was weird. I prefer to think it's the sign of tortured genius.
Awww.....I miss your random things that you would obsess over...like your bookshelves. Whenever I would borrow a book I would allways have to remember exactly where and how I found it...like how the books layed beside it...and then you would come and hunt me down if something was wrong.
Love you.
Oddly enough I have many of the same tendencies - except that I simply didn't allow my sisters to touch my books - or anything on my bookshelves for that matter.
Oh Oh Oh!!! You forgot that you count your mosquito bites!!!! That's a good one...how many did you have that one time? 147.23? Something like that. Haha...I love you!
and some of us love you in spite of (or because of) your crazy quirks-maybe we're the crazy ones!
in defense of the mosquito bite counting (it was 116), if YOU had 116 mosquito bites at a time, you'd be curious to know how many there were!!! that's a heck of a lot of little red bumps on your bod!!
mama, thanks for defending me :-)
Oh I definitely love you...maybe not because of your weirdness but it's something I get to make fun of you about and laugh and laugh and laugh at your expense which is always fun for me, but I do love you.
And Mom, I ain't crazy...
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