I hate to be the one to break this to you, Sue, but it was following you.

I know, and then it would stop and lurk outside the house for most of the night!

At least it didn't kill me in my sleep.

a lot of people out there don't know the difference between a compulsion and a neurosis

Distinction being that a compulsion interferes with rational behaviour and a neurosis doesn't?

they aren't counting the bells that go off as the car goes past each floor, and who doesn't do that???

• Step into elevator
• Space out
• Step off

See? Simple. Last time I did that and got off at floor #2 I chastised the not-that-close co-workers who didn't say anything to me. One replied that he just wanted to watch me walk away, so I've proactively forgotten who he is.

How do you get rid of a wasps' nest?

My dad always burned 'em during the annual burning of the tent catapillars, but there's probably a safer, less likely to set your house afire technique.

Heh.

It's just one of those things that I never realized was odd to me, until literally this year.

It's a good thing almost no one is here, because a few of these made me laugh out loud.

When I have to ask for directions and the location is fairly obvious, I’m always embarrassed. To avoid the humiliation, I ask in a British accent so my incompetence is socially accepted.

I have reoccurring dreams about my mouth being full of an unending amount of hair clippings. I think that’s why I can’t stand eating shredded carrots.

I’m afraid of pickles and mayonnaise. To a lesser degree, I’m also afraid of lettuce and some kinds of salad.

When I eat Starburst, I can only eat them in the following order: yellow, orange, pink and red. I stop eating once I’ve run out of enough candies to complete the pattern.

sometimes when i ride my bike, i become afraid that i will quantum leap into someone else’s body when they are riding a bike at some point in the future. of course if i did quantum leap into someone’s body while they were riding, i would crash the bike.

So sorry, askye.

Very cool, Allyson. You should be proud.

To avoid the humiliation, I ask in a British accent so my incompetence is socially accepted.

I wonder which British accent.

I’m afraid of pickles and mayonnaise. To a lesser degree, I’m also afraid of lettuce and some kinds of salad.

As a child I was afraid of yellow mustard. I would freak out if it got on my food, and totally spaz if I touched it.

I also eat Starburst (and Skittles. Not M&M's. A fruity thing?) by color. But instead of stopping, I divvy them all up and eat the remainders first. I think of this as hiding the evidence.

(Skittles, being smaller and more numerous, are eaten in identical color groups rather than one at a time in order. If the group is 2 yellow, 2 red, an orange and a purple, only the third yellow counts as an odd-skittle-out.)

yay Allyson!

for someone that likes routine as much as I do - I can't think of any compulsions....