I have an obsession with numbers. If you have ever watched TV with me or listened to the radio with me in the car, you know exactly what I am talking about. Some people may only like numbers to be even or odd, but I’m not in that category either. Ready for this? I can only tolerate it when the numbers end in 0, 2, 5, or 8.
For example: the volume needs to be on 10, 12, 15, 18, or 20. So strange and so unnecessary, I know. But it literally drives me crazy. I have to turn it immediately or I’ll be on edge the whole time. OCD? No, never been diagnosed for that. Crazy? Well, maybe in other peoples eyes. I can’t explain it and I can’t help it.
I think this drives my husband crazy more than anyone else. Biggest reason; the number of kids we want to have. I want 3 or 4…but wait, neither of those match my criteria! I don’t like the number 3 because it corresponds with 666 and that’s the devils number. Ok, maybe I am a little crazy. Thankfully, having another kid isn’t on our minds right now so I have plenty of time to figure out this little craze of mine.
I’ve also noticed I have a little routine when it comes to brushing my teeth, washing my hands, and how I shower. Where did these routines come from? What did I do before them? You’re probably thinking I belong on an episode of MTV’s True Life: I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but I promise it’s not that bad. I just have a way of doing things and they work for me. Why fix something that isn’t broken?
This crazy quirk of mine doesn’t interfere with everyday life, so until that happens, I’ll just continue slapping the person next to me to fix the volume button. Want to see me squirm? Now you know how!