Blows my mind every time I open a hood on a vehicle and the oil cap is upside and says 710. Same with power steering etc. PUT THE F'ING CAP ON CORRECTLY!!!!!!
If I'm eating a can of cashews, I have to hunt down and kill all the broken ones before eating the whole ones.
Shit. I just realized that I forgot about 3 jars: wheat pennies, 1959 pennies, and nickels 1959 and before. In 35 years of looking at the date on every coin I touch I've only found 4 silver quarters and 13 silver dimes in change... Hardly enough for a jar. A mint Skoal can from my 1990s habit suffices to contain my silver. Broome... Get help.
I just realized - I don't have neuroses (or psychoses). I do things the right way (my way). It's different than your way, but your way is wrong. And I prefer to do these things the same way every time, because that's the right thing to do. Specifics? Nope. Generalities. "Everything." And it's someone without OCD who put the "D" on the end. It's not a Disorder, it's an "order."
do "this", and "this" will or will not happen. don't do "this" "this way", "this" will or will not happen. DAILY STRUGGLE. I have a "safe word" that lets me get out of a "quandary" after uttering it... then, and only then, I can keep going. light switches, tools and boxes, bill folds, bikes, cars, snowmobiles, toys in general (spotless, take some pride in your shit!) lines, patterns in the lawn, fuck that up, and it is hours/days to fix. son in law is scared to death to mow for us, when we go on vacation (and he works at a lawn care service but, he uses some of my "tricks" at work. like, how to mow "around" a tree, so it looks like you mowed "trough it, not around it"). wife wont even get on tractor, or zero turn, "afraid I cant keep my lines straight enough for you". yes, I have it bad, and the older I get, the worse I get. Ski
Most of these are fairly mild and easily identifiable with, but Caotic is on an express train to a Howard Hughes future. Keep racing for as long as you can, that seems to be Have you ever felt like you were destined for a Howard Hughes future?
Any time I change a face plate on an outlet or switch, the slot in the screws need to face straight up and down. I have broken a number of faceplates by adding that last little bit of turn. I just always hate the idea of backing it out and not having it snug.
^^^^ same thing for me but, the slot has to be flat and level. I too have broken many face plates. Ski
Parking. I must be facing out. I actually have difficulty if I try to just pull face forward into a parking spot. The angles are all f'ed up. I MUST back in. I don't even drive through if there are two front-to-back spots available where I could just pull through the one and end up "backed in" to the second one.
"Keep racing as long as you can, that seems to be....", what did i miss? And I don't know, maybe.....who is Howard Hughes?
After reading all this, I'm guessing when outsiders read this thread they will conclude all motorcycle guys are nuts!! I didn't even realize people had quirks like this, until late High School or College when I found out my best friend, didn't want to sit inside on a booth. He also wanted to see the door of the restaurant, when seated at the table. He wouldn't use a ketchup or mustard bottle sitting at the table. Although he seems normal compared to this group. LOL
Until you get so bad that you have to stop, turn around, and go do it again if you miss a brake marker or an apex.
There are some real nutjobs in here, but I think maybe that attention to detail is a contributor to the financial success that allows them to race. As for your friend: Not wanting to sit on the inside of a booth is understandable - nobody wants to be trapped. Same with seeing the door - it allows you to identify threats (also good to have your back to a wall). I'm super guilty of the condiment thing, after realizing that it's pointless to wash my hands, then grab a condiment bottle that some nasty person who didn't wash their hands handled, then eat my food.
I thought I'd erased that portion. I was thinking that the racing was the most stabilizing thing there was, no offense intended to the influence of your wife.
Funny part is, that is true. Racing has somewhat of a calming effect for me. On the track everything makes sense. And I even enjoy the packing/prepping/setting up.