Obsessivley Compusing

I sometimes think I’m a borderline obsessive compulsive, I have at least 3 “episodes” that I’m aware of. God knows how many I have that I don’t…

Firstly I hate vegetables, any and all, sure they’re good for you and you pretty much have to eat them, but I don’t. Can’t stand them. Can’t stand the taste. Can’t stand the texture. I’ll even go as far as flat out refusing food if I see, say, a tiny bit of chopped/diced onion in there. Why? I dunno, I’ve tried to eat some, but it just makes my skin crawl, even going as far as almost making me gag. All of this is much to Robyn’s chagrin, as she has to cater for me and it’s not doing her any good.

Secondly, I have a fear of flying, well not flying per se, but take-offs, and I can remember the moment it began… I’d flown a few times when I was young, my family went to Spain a number of times but we went to Florida in 1994 and I remember sitting in the departure lounge of Glasgow Airport watching planes land and take-off and thinking the old “hmmm so how much thrust does a plane of this size need to get off the ground?” Also that “wooooaaaah!” feeling you get shortly after take off (just when you think the engines might stall) doesn’t help me one bit. And I was OK at first, but as I flew more and more, the worse it gets, now if we’re going back to the UK, I’m looking for direct flights, one layover max, two layovers? Forget about it, I can’t handle even thinking about that kind of stress, let alone doing it…

Thirdly, I’m really, REALLY anal about my PC desktops and start menus… Seriously, first thing I do is rearrange icons and add in shortcuts to folder on the start menus. I have to have icons in a certain order, I have to have LOTS of icons too… Doesn’t matter where I am, home or work. It’s always the same, the first icons are always (in this order) My Computer, My Documents, My Network Places (if attached to a network), Recycle Bin, Internet Explorer, Outlook, Firefox (or another browser). Outlook and Firefox are interchangeable, but the rest aren’t. No way, no how…

Here’s some dated examples:

Worst part is I get pissed off if someone messes with my shit. Like when I moved in with Robyn, she had a laptop so I basically commandeered her desktop, now I could have at least made a user profile huh? No, I set about setting it up to the way I have to have Windows set up, then if she would add something, as soon as she’s left I’d delete it or uninstall it, I don’t need/want it so it’s gots to go.

I wonder what I’d do if I ever got a Mac… Though there is the Dock to play with…

So these are examples just off the top of my head, definitely borderline obsessive compulsive behaviour.