Although I've only been blogging for a month, give or take a month, I have started a list in my head of possible blogs. You know, something to write when theres nothing else exciting to write about. Then one of the blogs that I've been thinking about is Quirks, sort of a list of funny things about myself. Then I realized that on my list of quirks is that I like making lists. Hmmmm.... is it me, or is there starting to be an heirarchy if lists here? So today I'm stopping the madness and writing down my quirks, list-loving and all.
I am OCD about:
Making lists. On my daily "To Do" list I even list no-duh things, like "wake up" and "get dressed" and "eat." I also have multiple lists, like "Songs I'd like to download," "Movies I want to rent," "Possible Christmas presents for family" (this list starts the day after Christmas), and my own personal "Bucket List" (Joe and I made our own lists BEFORE the movie, thank you very much). To see this Bucket List, simply check my blog in a few days, I'm sure I will have posted it by then, it's one of my thought-blogs.
Tweezing my eyebrows. Probably do it twice a day, every day.
Reading (can you actually be OCD about this?) I like to have at least 2 books going at one time.
De-junking. I do this probably once a month, which is about 11 more times per year than I would estimate the average person does it. I clean out everything from the pen cup (yep, I test each and every pen) to the closet and under the bed. You'd think we would have an empty house with NO junk because of this, but that's not true - I have an emotional attachment to my personal junk just like everyone else, but I know that EVENTUALLY I will no longer feel attached to it, so the junk stays until I can free myself without a single pang of guilt or remorse. This is why I do it so often - just checking the remorse reflex to see if it's still there and if I can finally get rid of that old shirt that doesn't fit but is SO cute.
Shopping clearance racks. Doesn't matter if I don't need it, don't have money with me, or am not even shopping in a place MEANT for me (like the men's clothing section) - I am drawn to clearance racks like pen to paper, butter-side toast to the floor, stink on garbage. I just can't help myself.
To my knowledge, I am normal other than this :) Except, maybe, blogging in my head.