I have this issue with counting in even's. It bothers me to see anything in odd numbers. I count how many letters are in words and drives me insane when I see a sign or something that does not have even numbers.
Its like that with other things too. It can't be one, has to be two.... so on and so forth.
I am picky about certain things. If one hair on my head is out of place, I get really upset. I will sit there and fix it for an hour if need be. I like things to be in a certain place, or I will cry or become angry.
Its like this perfection, if its not the way I want it to be, I become like a robot to fix it. I find it draining sometimes. I often am aware of my breathing, I don't want to fall asleep before I hit an even number.
Kind of strange, even when I write, odd amounts of letters bug me. See like (bug). I want to add an "s" to make it even. I feel kind of silly with this, but it makes some sense to me. As long as I can remember, I have been this way. As a kid, I used to count the polls we drove by, till my eyes hurt trying to keep up with counting. I got so mad if I were interupted with my counting.
Haunting
Its like that with other things too. It can't be one, has to be two.... so on and so forth.
I am picky about certain things. If one hair on my head is out of place, I get really upset. I will sit there and fix it for an hour if need be. I like things to be in a certain place, or I will cry or become angry.
Its like this perfection, if its not the way I want it to be, I become like a robot to fix it. I find it draining sometimes. I often am aware of my breathing, I don't want to fall asleep before I hit an even number.
Kind of strange, even when I write, odd amounts of letters bug me. See like (bug). I want to add an "s" to make it even. I feel kind of silly with this, but it makes some sense to me. As long as I can remember, I have been this way. As a kid, I used to count the polls we drove by, till my eyes hurt trying to keep up with counting. I got so mad if I were interupted with my counting.
Haunting