Fussy folks. The everyday things that make us insane.

[Apocalipstic]

Originally Posted by Lynn

Pantyhose or tights with a sagging crotch are unacceptable. I can't wear them, no matter what.

Wearing wool is very difficult--it itches, feels weird, and just skeeves me out. I might wear cashmere (were I to have any cashmere...), but only with something underneath to buffer me from the itchiness which, apparently, only I experience. I absolutely cannot wear any kind of wool if it gets wet. I have a wool dress coat that I wear with the sleeves rolled up so I can't feel the wool on my wrists. I have to wear gloves, too, so I can't feel the wool on my hands when I touch the coat. I'm getting chills just thinking about it.

I am allergic to wool, makes winter difficult.

[Andrew, Jr.]

I have ocd very badly. I no longer can wear long sleeved shirts because of it. When I was wearing l/s, if I got anything on the cuffs, I would have to roll them up. And if they got wet, it freaked me out. I would change shirts. I could change shirts 2-3 times a day.

If I get anything on my sportshirt or even my undershirt, off it goes. Laundry is done every single day in my house. That is just how bad my ocd is.


Other things I do...

*I count

*I check and recheck doors, stove & oven, coffee maker, car door locks, car windows

*Saying someone's name in a certain order and 3x's...everything is done in 3's

*I very rarely wear socks. Socks are just one more thing to bother me.

[Apocalipstic]

OK back to socks.

Where do they come from...the little mounds of them everywhere? Behind the couch, under the bed, in the bathroom corner, in a cabinet????????????? How do they get there?

Where do they go? I have long suspected a link between missing socks and the Bermuda Triangle, Jimmy Hoffa and the Polar Ice Cap. I wonder if when the ice cap melts, a huge sea of lost socks will emerge.

*hrummph*

[SuperFemme]

Originally Posted by apocalipstic

OK back to socks.

Where do they come from...the little mounds of them everywhere? Behind the couch, under the bed, in the bathroom corner, in a cabinet????????????? How do they get there?

Where do they go? I have long suspected a link between missing socks and the Bermuda Triangle, Jimmy Hoffa and the Polar Ice Cap. I wonder if when the ice cap melts, a huge sea of lost socks will emerge.

*hrummph*

I think there is a Sock Monster (much in the same manner of the Tooth Fairy) that lives in my dryer. It gobbles up my socks but doesn't find matching pairs tasty.

I also have three mini sock monsters with a total of twelve legs. They like to grab and run to the backyard, kennel or under the couch with the prize.

[Blade]

Tardiness drives me insane, if I'm going to be late I aint going. If you are going to be late pick up the phone and call me, as I hate to wait.

Please let me fix my own plate as I don't like my food to touch.

Rude smokers....blow it the other way and be sure your ashes hit the ashtray and DON'T SMOKE IN MY TRUCK.

Leaners..my truck is not a leaning post, get off of it. If you are to tired or lazy to stand up, lean on something else, please.

[Gemme]

Those who are blatantly and purposely rude, inconsiderate, lazy and lying have gotten my lately. This kind of stuff always bothers me but I have a lower bullshit threshold lately, I guess.

[SuperFemme]

Originally Posted by Gemme

Those who are blatantly and purposely rude, inconsiderate, lazy and lying have gotten my lately. This kind of stuff always bothers me but I have a lower bullshit threshold lately, I guess.

I've been baa-aa-d.

[christie]

Originally Posted by apocalipstic

OK back to socks.

Where do they come from...the little mounds of them everywhere? Behind the couch, under the bed, in the bathroom corner, in a cabinet????????????? How do they get there?

Where do they go? I have long suspected a link between missing socks and the Bermuda Triangle, Jimmy Hoffa and the Polar Ice Cap. I wonder if when the ice cap melts, a huge sea of lost socks will emerge.

*hrummph*

I often think that MIA socks are reincarnated in plastic clothes hangers. Seems like the more missing socks, the more hangers we have...

Kinda like "Everytime you hear bells ring, an angel gets its wings"...

[Isadora]

Drives me nuts: alot there is NO such word. A lot. A lot. A lot. Now write it five million times on the chalkboard.

Sock: non-consensual foot bondage...hate them. I wear them only when I deem it necessary. "You are cold, put on some damn socks." NO! Drives people crazy, a lot.

[Apocalipstic]

Originally Posted by SuperFemme

I think there is a Sock Monster (much in the same manner of the Tooth Fairy) that lives in my dryer. It gobbles up my socks but doesn't find matching pairs tasty.

I also have three mini sock monsters with a total of twelve legs. They like to grab and run to the backyard, kennel or under the couch with the prize.

I have long suspected mini sock monsters, however I have never actually seen them with a sock. Maybe while I am sleeping?

Originally Posted by christie0918

I often think that MIA socks are reincarnated in plastic clothes hangers. Seems like the more missing socks, the more hangers we have...

Kinda like "Everytime you hear bells ring, an angel gets its wings"...

Indeed.....hmmmm....maybe ours turn into tumbleweeds of animal hair? *ponders*

[Diva]

I, too, have a Sock Monster.



Her name is Lucy. I have seen her climb into a sock~wearing visitor's suitcase and run off with one of their socks in seconds. She has it down to a science!

She has a basket of socks, and occasionally, she will bring me one to play tug-of-war with and such fond memories are evoked......"Oh Boo! It's your Unkie Dylan's sock when he came to paint the girl room 2 years ago!"

It's a fun game.

Wait.
What was the subject of this thread again?

[Apocalipstic]

Blobs of toothpaste in the sink.

Grosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss sss

Hair in the drain. Yes I know its mine, but it does not matter.

*shudder*

[Diva]

In a restaurant, finding a hair on my plate.

In a restaurant, take a bite of food, and there's a hair in that bite.



< ~ ~ Riot act

[Novelafemme]

Where to begin

Hangers MUST face the same way. If they don't - the world will explode.

After you are done washing ____ in the sink...take a paper towel or a washcloth and wipe out the sink. Water spots make me sad.

If your shoes or pants make a swishy or squeaky sound....you must change them post haste. My ears will explode.

There are more but I shall spare you all

[Novelafemme]

Oh, and I have issues with acne, too.

If I see a pimple...I cannot take my eyes off of it. It begins with a glance and then the heat of its stare begins to burn a hole in my brain and I simply must look. If you are someone I know and am close with you, you may find yourself on your back - me straddling your torso and your face in my grip. I apologize in advance.

I remember once (this is super gross so you may or may not choose to turn away NOW) I was shopping at Home Depot and the check out boy had a terrible case of teenager acne. I was enthralled. I couldn't pry my eyes away from this boy's face. My girls were standing there like "uh, mom...the guy needs you to pay...there's a line forming....mom....MOM!!"

[NJFemmie]

Originally Posted by Novelafemme

I remember once (this is super gross so you may or may not choose to turn away NOW) I was shopping at Home Depot and the check out boy had a terrible case of teenager acne. I was enthralled. I couldn't pry my eyes away from this boy's face. My girls were standing there like "uh, mom...the guy needs you to pay...there's a line forming....mom....MOM!!"

Um, what would have been SUPER gross is if you flipped the poor boy on his back and started gripping his face.

.... just sayin ....

[TeaPartyTart]

I think this thread is more therapy for me.

This morning I went out to clean off my car because we live in Chicago and it's -21 windchill and well, it has to be done if you are driving anywhere. I'm very particular about snow and ice removal and feel I need to get all of the snow and ice not only off all the windows, but make sure all of the snow is removed from the car, as well.

What ticks me off is seeing drivers who take less than a 1/2 assed approach at clearing off their car. The ones with the 4x4in space on the driver's side window who feel that will suffice as they navigate the potholed filled city streets. Never mind them still trying to manage their cell phone, coffee and kids in the backseat.

Follow that up with a good 6 inches of stacked snow on their car that will blow into my windshield and I'm ready to call 911 because I'm about to report an assault because I want to beat the shit out of them.

OK- back to work for me.

[Words]

DON'T mess with my filing system. Okay, so to you, it looks like piles of paper strewn randomly around the floor, but to me, it makes perfect sense and represents order, control, and other things necessary to stop me from losing my mind.

And DON'T, whatever you do, touch my lists, especially my lists of where my lists are. The fact that half the time I can't read my own writing is irrelevant. I wrote the lists, I want the lists, and even if I can't read the lists, you are not, not, NOT, to touch them.

Words

[Isadora]

People who are late. Drives me crazy. I have been known to leave without people who don't respect my time, of course unless they call me and say, "I am stuck in the MacArthur Maze." I am almost always on time if not 15 minutes early.

I once charged my Dr. $45.00/hr for 3 hours after I waited for him to get off the golf course (I overheard the nurse talking to him). Let's just say I never waited again and he didn't pay it.

People who honk their car horn a lot for no reason other than they are frustrated. Totally annoying.

People who crack their knuckles. *shiver* Just ew.

[Novelafemme]

Speaking of the "camel toe"....it pains me to see it. In more ways than one. If yer pants are so dang tight that I can see your lady lips....you need to seriously re-think your wardrobe choices. Please!