Perhaps it's the onset of middle age, but mine seems to be manifesting itself in weird ways.
I've always been terrified of Hotel Room comforters and blankets, and remove them from the beds...
And I prefer the Howie Mandel fist bump in public more and more...
But lately I've been adamant that ALL volumes be on an even number.
How fucking twisted is this?
Radio in all vehicles, TV, even digital readouts on gear.
I cannot allow odd numbers on volume displays!!!!
I'm fine with odd numbers in the garden [3's and 5's are great]
And no problems with odd angles when decorating, Whatever the Bagua calls for.
Anybody else have weird OCD quirks you're willing to share?
I've always been terrified of Hotel Room comforters and blankets, and remove them from the beds...
And I prefer the Howie Mandel fist bump in public more and more...
But lately I've been adamant that ALL volumes be on an even number.
How fucking twisted is this?
Radio in all vehicles, TV, even digital readouts on gear.
I cannot allow odd numbers on volume displays!!!!
I'm fine with odd numbers in the garden [3's and 5's are great]
And no problems with odd angles when decorating, Whatever the Bagua calls for.
Anybody else have weird OCD quirks you're willing to share?




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