I have O.C.D; I’m a ‘counter’. It’s not a major case, and it doesn’t affect how I live my life, but I’ve had it since I was a little kid. Basically, when I eat things with a high number of pieces (cereal, vegetables, fries, candy, etc.), I make sure I have 4 bunches of 4 at the end, and then will eat those 1 bunch at a time. Then, when I get to the last sacred group of 4 (usually the best, or longest) I eat those 4-3-2-1. Perfection! In some cases colour is also an important variable during my sorting, especially M&M’s and Fruit Loops.
I preferred to perform this ritual whenever possible, but if I was at a public place where it would be strategically illogical to do so, like in a car, I didn’t bother. Like I said – it didn’t rule my life. Not very many people ever noticed (not even my parents), until I was 19.
“Um, what are you doing? Put those back, please.”
He was grinning from ear to ear, “Why? You NEED them for something?” He then proceeded to let out an evil laugh, as he knew he had discovered something about me that no one else knew. He seemed pretty damn proud of himself. He then shoved those 3 in his mouth and concluded with, “Mmmmmmm!” I was tremendously annoyed with him, and inexplicably turned on at the same time.
He continued to torture me about this over the next couple years. If he had fries, he would purposely offer me only 3, and withheld the 4th from me, just so he could watch me squirm. He also enjoyed pointing out my O.C.D. to others, to his immense amusement. It really got under my skin. What can I say? I fell in love with that smartass as well.