EnMasse

[Norse of 60]

Well, are you?

[sparqui]

Interesting.

(Are you taking notes?)
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-- Gilles Duceppe

[anne cameron]

Yeah. If I go up or down stairs, I count them. I never remember the number, so the next time I go up or down the same stairs I have to count them again. When I put my dogs out in their yard I count them, even though I know how many dogs I have. If I see cupcakes or cookies on a plate... I spend a lot of time mentally counting absolutely innocuous shite. And then forgetting the number.

That counts as neurotic, no?

[Wee Mousie]

[Norse of 60]

[Cartman]

I am a proud neurotic myself. Where's Waldo games drive me up the wall. I think Tetris was the most terrifying Soviet plot ever. I couldn't stop playing it even when watching Red Dawn. I keep an inventory of the number of socks I place into the dryer. WHERE DO THEY GO!? I have an evil talking Stewie doll besides my computer who stares at me no matter which direction I point him in. He is looking at what I am typing right now! Help me.

[Chester]

[Cartman]

[Norse of 60]

Yours is easily solvable though. You could just iron your shirt in the car as you drive.

[Chester]

[Cartman]

[sparqui]

Well I have OCD tendencies but laziness has tempered them quite a bit. I use to organize my closet by type, texture, colour, etc and always made sure I didn't mismatch bra and underpants (and coordinated colour with shoes...).

These days I just obsess on how I wash my dishes (order, pattern, placement, etc). And cat dishes and utensils must never touch or share sponge/cloth with human ware.
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“If my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a tractor.”

-- Gilles Duceppe

[Tehanu]

My laziness easily trumps my compulsiveness. I get into "blitz" mode and find myself alphabetizing books and dusting light bulbs, but that's rare. Very rare.

[sparqui]

Ha ha, dusting light bulbs.
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“If my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a tractor.”

-- Gilles Duceppe

[Cartman]

[Tehanu]

[anne cameron]

Well, I just washed the fridge. And everything in it. And washed, then rinsed, the crisper trays three times. Just to be sure.

Of course, I can't remember the LAST time I cleaned the fridge...

still, I do think it's a bit much when you find yourself wanting to WASH the damn celery.

[TS.]

I had to wash the fridge last year when I was living with a couple other guys. We each had a shelf to ourselves, and usually kept our own shelf clean, but we were all moving out and had to do a master cleaning. I drew cleaning the fridge as a chore, and discovered to my horror that one of my housemates had let honey-mustard sauce spill all over his shelf (the bottom one) and hadn't cleaned it up but rather just covered it up. I think it had been there for months. I had to use steel wool to get rid of it.
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"Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear." - Thomas Jefferson

[anne cameron]

And you KNOW you didn't get all of it, right.....?

[TS.]

Absolutely. When I had had enough, there were still some confoundedly stubborn brown specks remaining. But my hands were rubbed pretty raw by that point and I gave up. I did get some catharsis by yelling at the responsible housemate about it.
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[Raos]

I have a few similar to what's been mentioned. I constantly recheck that my alarm clocks are set before I go to bed. Sometimes I'll check, walk halfway across the room, and then be worried that I'm only remember having checked a previous night and didn't actually check that night, and end up turning around to recheck it. Then repeat that a few times.

Stairs, I'm neurotic about keeping track of which flights have an even number of steps and which have an odd number of steps. I always take stairs two and a time, and if there's an odd number of stairs I take the very first step singly. It really bothers me to start taking stairs two at a time, and then discover at the end that there was an odd number of steps and I have to finish with a single step. Although, that doesn't bother me as much as thinking there's an odd number of stairs, starting with a single stair, and then discovering at the end that there was actually an even number of stairs so I didn't have to take a single stair at the beginning, but now have to take an additional single stair at the end. That's when I'm really my own worst critic.

[F.]

[Chester]

[anne cameron]

It's the big one on the bottom. And how many times do you really NEED a bowl that big? Throw it out or stand it on it's side up on top of the cupboards in that wasted space up there. I think those really big bowls used to be for making bread. How many do that? I have my grandma's big bowl. She used to make fifteen loaves at a time. The bowl is big enough to be a bathtub. I have it, I doubt I've ever used it and it's up in the wasted space atop the cupboards. I can't throw it out. It was my grandma's. As close to a family heirloom as we're ever apt to have, I guess.

[TS.]

I use my big bowl to transport food if I am taking it to someone else's place.
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[Wee Mousie]

I noted in quite a number of confessions the part that forgetting plays in your possible neurosis – first count, then forget, then have to recount.

Have you considered that OCD may play but a minor role in your supposed obsession, and senility the major portion?

I only mention this because, at least once a month, I get all dressed up, leave my apartment, and get as far as the street, before I suddenly realize that I don’t know which way to turn, because I can’t remember the object of my errand.
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[sparqui]

I have a huge corning wear glass bowl (blue corn flower pattern) that was my mother's so I cannot throw it out even though I never use it.

As for textures, I am fixated on matching the right ones together. Cotton and wool should never be worn together. Cotton and silk can work but cotton and satin are verboten. This applies to lingerie too -- no mix and match on the texture/fabric front.
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“If my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a tractor.”

-- Gilles Duceppe

[Cartman]

[Tehanu]

[Cartman]

Oh shit, we both wrote g-string! Write that three times and all hell will break out on the board!

[Tehanu]

Thing a thweet thong, thing it loud, thing it long ... Thong thong thong ...

[Diane Demorney]

Soooo... after reading thru this thread, I've come to the conclusion that I'm the only "normal" person on this board.

Be afraid. Be very afraid...
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The truth is out there...

[TS.]

No one as obsessed as you with the X-Files can possibly be normal. I say this as someone who has rented the DVDs of every season at least once.
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"Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear." - Thomas Jefferson

[Wee Mousie]

[Tehanu]

I think that that's a different kind of disorder ...

[anne cameron]

My mom's family comes from North England, where words sometimes (often) have a slightly different meaning. Sometimes my grandma would say "whole world's daft but thee and me and I'm none too sure about thee" and other times it was "the whole world's queer but thee and me...", which was funny enough then but is personally hilarious now!! She also would say "eh ba goom, there's none as queer as folk, ano'.."

[Corey]

[Wee Mousie]

[Chester]

[bshmr]

Y'all continue to expand my mind, er .. vocabulary:

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/toque
ain't
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/toke

Two distinct images, no?

[Tehanu]

Bshmr, a toque (pronounced with an "oo" sound, like kook) is basically a knitted cap. Sometimes with pompoms. Standard winter wear for canucks.

A sampling:



And for those pink-lovin' Flames fans out there, lookie lookie what I found!

[bshmr]

[Rufus Polson]

[Tehanu]

GGGGGRRRRROOOOOAAAAANNNNN ...

[Wee Mousie]

[Tehanu]

This seems like a fun thread to resurrect as it came up during a search to find the perfect place to post the startling news that thongs are going out of style. [Ducks and runs away quickly.]

[Feral]

I'm shocked. Shocked, I say. The thong... out of style?

And then I thought on it. I don't recall having seen one of those in quite some time... not that the slice of the world I haunt is loathe to present them. Oh no. What the slice of the world I scrutinize has been showing me of late is harnesses. Yup. The sorts of things you only used to see in more "niche" circumstances (if you were lucky or just really good at planning your day).

I'd keep an eye on those bondage harnesses. You have to love a garment that manages to make a mockery of the very idea of garments while costing substantially more. Oh... and they take studs really well. And they go with Prada. They also go with Givenchy. The only thing better than garments that make a mockery of the very idea of garments (while costing more) is mocking absurdly expensive garments by accessorizing them with bondage harnesses.

It could be worse, I suppose. I mean... the cat-walks have been threatening to inundate menswear with kilts, ankle-length pleated skirts, and lacey gowns for a couple years now. I've not seen much evidence of that idea taking off. Of course, many men just don't look good in a skirt. No. Many men of my acquaintance just wouldn't look at all good in a skirt. They wouldn't suffer much from a bondage harness, though. The little leather hats, though... Simon Nessman looks cute in a little leather hat, and that Billy doll they used to sell... unless you're a collectible anatomically correct doll or look a whole heaping lot like Simon Nessman or his ilk, avoid the little leather hats. The harnesses, though... They look at least half-decent on most everyone.

We'll just never-mind the original topic of the thread. After all, it's not like were I to ask one of my favored head-shrinkers if I were neurotic they wouldn't peer over their spectacles and say, "Neurotic? No, Sweetie... neurotic isn't the word I'd use."

[Rufus Polson]

[Chester]

Nice try T, but i'm above searching for the american apparel "best bottom" photo gallery...above it.

[Tehanu]

Yeesh. Indeed you are above it. Although would you admit it if you had, Chester?