I walked into the ladies room at work today and headed toward the last of the three stalls in there and it hit me that I alway choose this stall. What is it about stall number 1 and 2 that aren’t pleasing? I’m not sure. What about a stall could possibly be pleasing? Well, I suppose a lot if you’re going to compare it to a not-so-pleasant stall (i.e. smelly, wet, unflushed toilet, lack of toilet paper, etc.)  So considering each of the three stalls is the same as the one next to it, why do I choose the last? Because when someone else comes in they won’t have to walk past mine and get a glimpse of me through the tiny crack on each side of the door. Well, that’s a possibility. There’s really no real reason why I choose it. I’m just pulled toward that stall.

At home, if someone has just used the bathroom, I feel the need to wait a good 5-10 minutes before I go in there. Even if they were in there for a minute. Something about sitting down on a warm toilet seat freaks me out. Germs. Ew. Lysol is my friend.

You know those grates in the sidewalk. I don’t know why they’re there. I usually can’t see down all the way, most of the time there is just garbage down there. Well I will not step on one. I’m convinced that the instant I put my weight on one that it will be the one time that thing will cave in. Now I’m not a huge gal or anything. I only weigh around 110. So logically I know that the chances of me busting one of those things is small. But none the less I will walk out of my way or jump over one to avoid falling to my (possible) death in a pile of trash. Same goes for sewers. You won’t see me walking/standing/dancing on one of those either.

Hangers. Hangers are an issue for me. I’m beginning to let go, but there was a period there where I was pretty convinced I was losing it. I like my hangers to be all the same color. But I don’t live in a perfect world and thus find that my hangers are often different colors, widths, some have hooks on them and some don’t. So I prefer arranging my hangers in order of color, width, hooks, no hooks. Then I have to hang my clothes in order of most worn to least worn. Of course there’s more order: I have to start with the more casual and then follow with the dressier stuff. So there’s a very complex process to my closet. Once I had all white hangers (yes!) But some were different styles, widths and of course some had hooks. So what did I do? I used different colored markers to label the groups, that way I could easily tell which one belonged to which group. Yes, I realize I’m a little nuts. But as I stated, I’ve calmed down a bit with the hanger situation. I know have green AND white hangers.

I count random things when I’m nervous. Foot steps, square tiles, holes in a shower head, how many times someone says “I” or “the” in a conversation. Of course this is a problem when it comes to people asking me a question because then I’m too busying counting and it’s pretty obvious I wasn’t paying attention.

I just thought I’d share some random quirks with everyone.