People probably wouldn’t think that I’m the obsessive compulsive type of person. However, I am. It’s getting worse too. However, a friend told me that I only need to worry if it starts interfering with my life. Like I can’t walk into my room unless I’ve clapped five times and flicked the lights on and of three times. I wish that I was obsessive about having a clean room, getting my homework done or something useful like that. However my OCD takes the form of me checking my alarm clock around ten times until I feel comfortable enough about it to go to sleep. A recent one is the grocery store conveyor belt. I will organize everything until it is satisfactory. Vegetables have to be together, eggs and bread together, cans together and so forth. I don’t like things to be stacked either. When I’m nervous, I’m very careful where I step. I prefer patterns. For example, don’t step on the cracks, only step on the cracks, stay on a certain color, walk on the red curb and counting steps. I also really like to make certain stacks of paper are even. Anyway, there you go.