Don't Jack With The Banana Bowl

Those of you who know me well know I have a mild case of OCD. I'm aware, and I'm okay with it. I've learned to accept that things that don't bother other people have the ability to make me all kinds of crazy.

There are a few of these tendencies that I've been made aware of recently:

• All clothes must be hung on hangers so that all of the clothes and hangers face the appropriate direction when hung in a given closet. This varies based on the closet, which leads to a kind of test hanging process every time I stay in a hotel.
• I'm a creature of habit. Things have to be done in the same order every time they're done. The more often I do something, the more I have to adhere to the habits. Screwing with my showering habits can ruin an entire day for me. I don't think having to shampoo my hair, then wash my face, then rinse everything, in that specific order, is too much to ask. After all, who would rinse their face before shampooing anyway. Craziness.
• I'm big on things being symmetrical. For instance, I see no reason that the bowl of bananas on our kitchen can't be perfectly centered on the island. This only seems logical from a safety perspective. The safest place for the bowl IS the farthest from any given edge, which happens to perfectly center the bowl on the table. If the bowl should move, I find myself centering it again. First, on one axis, then the other, and finally a re-check of the original axis. I've also found that the bananas can't be parallel to any particular axis. This goes against my general rules of symmetry, but I see no reason to try to make a bunch of bananas look symmetrical. It's just not aesthetically pleasing.
• There is no substitute for a properly molded pillow. It takes me months to get a pillow to the shape and condition that I prefer. This isn't really all that odd given the freakish size of my head. It would seem reasonable that a head so demanding in size should demand a very particular pillow layout. There are benefits to a static pillow arrangement though. The concept rules out silliness such as pillow fights, the random pillow fluffing, and changing of pillow cases. I fear the day that I'm forced to purchase a new pillow, so I actively try to not bring about such a day by not drooling or vomiting on my current pillow; sacrifices I find worth making.
  

Apparently, the OCD is all up it my junk when it comes to formatting paragraphs as well, because I couldn't end this post on a bullet point. Weird, I know. Probably the weirdest thing so far in this rant.