Six Oddities

I was tagged to tell six facts about myself that are just-off-center.

Six Things About Me That Will Make You Think Twice About Being My Friend

1. When I'm out running errands or walking around, If I'm edgy or nervous, I find myself constantly looking in my bag. Unzip, zip, unzip, zip. I think I think something has fallen out.

2. I hate the smell of poop. I know this is normal, everyone does but, I fear it. If I have to go to the bathroom after someone just pooped, I have to be sure they sprayed before I can enter. If not, I will hold my breath, go in, spray, stand outside of the bathroom and fan the door frantically for a minute or two before doing my business. If someone pooped in a public bathroom I will hold until I find another.
This also poses a problem as I'm a dog walker and here in the great city of NY we pick up our dog's shit in plastic bags and carry it to trash cans which are, thank god, conveniently located on every corner. I am a pro at Up Wind/Down Wind. I know where I'm at at all times in position of the bag of poop and it's stink. I also have an amazing ability to hold my breath. Sometimes I've been holding my breath and not known until I became aware of the sound of blood pulsing through my head.

3. I covet socks. I love collecting them out of the dryer and finding their matches. I love folding them (I never pull one over the other as it stretches the elastic and this can not be tolerated). I love putting them away and arranging them. I don't share and I am very sad when they get holes.

4. Same with jeans. When they get holes in spots that are too revealing I try to repair. Usually this doesn't work so I wear boxers under them. When the rip travels around the leg and the boxers hang out of said hole I set them aside and contemplate the possibility that they might have to be given up. This process usually lasts about 2 weeks. I look at them everyday. Then the next stage is 'put them up in the closet', this lasts a month maybe more. Then one day I open the door, see them and realize I've forgotten about them and throw them in the trash.

5. I must be on time if not earlier. And I extend this expectation to people I know and resent them when they fail but don't tell them. Just take it out on them by being sullen for 5 or 10 minutes. Unless it's my mate then I'll rant and lecture.

6. I can't stand when strangers get closer than foot away from me. Again in NYC, this is a real challenge to overcome. Usually I am realistic enough to accept close walkers. Most people have lived here all their lives and have less need for personal space. But there are those days when I take it as a personal affront and resent the whole damn lot of them.

As I'm new to blogging I don't know six people to tag and half the people I do know have already been tagged so I will tag two people, one of which doesn't even read my blog, I don't think.
Mrs.Fortune (if you've already been tagged, sorry) and Spotted Elephant.

Here are the rules:

1. Reveal six weird facts/things/habits about yourself and then tag six people.

2. Leave a "You’re Tagged!" comment to let the people you have tagged know they have to reveal six things (or the entire blogosphere will explode and it will be their fault).

3. Leave me a comment letting me know that you have completed your mission (if you have chosen to accept it!?.