First of all, I'm very weird about my bookshelf. This is probably the things I obsess over the most. First of all, the books on said shelf have to be in alphabetical order. When I recently moved into my apartment and my mom came over to help me put some things together, she started rearranging the bookshelf based on the size and color of the books and I almost kicked her out. For starters, it took me like two hours to alphabetize all those books, and second it's my bookshelf and it has to be a certain way or it bothers me.
Also, the books that sit on the bookshelf have to be ones that I've read. There's nothing that bothers me more than asking someone about a book on their shelf and they simply answer 'I don't know, I haven't read it.' That's not the case with me. There's nothing better than the sense of accomplishment of putting a book on the shelf. That is, of course, after I write it down in the list of books I've read. I've been keeping a list for every year since 2006.
So there you have it, I'm compulsive about my books. Though, I will admit, I'm pretty adament about keeping my iTunes organized. All songs need to have the correct title, artists, and album, and there can't be any duplicates. I can't start a TV show in the middle, I always have to start from the beginning, even if the show sucked in the beginning. When I was younger and used to journal all the time, I had to fill the entire journal before moving on to another one. I'm the same way with notebooks. If it's a spiral notebook and not filled all the way, chances are I'll keep it and use it for something.
I sometimes wonder why I couldn't be OCD about things that would make my life easier, like cleanliness. I am the queen of the stack, and if I was one of those people who had to put everything in their proper place, I wouldn't have to devote time to going through those stacks to find what I need. I have noticed though, as I get older, I don't like to look at something that is considered dirty. I don't like trashcans or recycle bins on display (I prefer to put them under the sink) and I don't like to look at dishes in the sink, either. This does not correlate with the stack problem I have. Today I cleared a stack of eight books on my nightstand. Well, by cleared, I mean dwindled. Now there's only three.
Alright, enough about my weird habits. Do any of you have some?
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