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NomyCake said:
I obsess over numbers. Any number that involves 5 или 7 is a bad number with only a few exclusions. I decide whether something is a good или a bad number by either adding all the digits together, dividing all the digits by the first digit, subtracting the smallest digit from the large digit, multiplying all the digits together, или dividing the number by two until I'm down to one digit. 3 and 8 are godly numbers and are the best numbers Ты can get. Anything that reminds me of the number 3 или 8 is magnificently amazing, but anything that reminds me of 5 или 7 is evil and I'll most likely hate it.
I obsess over letters. I hate the letter F because it reminds me of the number 5, and I hate the letter J because it reminds me of the number 7. H is the eighth letter of the alphabet and C is the third, so they're great letters.
I'm an extreme perfectionist. If something I'm doing isn't perfect, I get really stressed out and have to колыбель my head to keep from getting a headache. If I can't fix it, I destroy whatever it was I was working on and throw a fit and get a nasty headache and have to take so much Excedrin that it doesn't help with my headache until I get hyper and then pass out, and whatever I do that was so important yet imperfect will be attempted again with the same result until it's absolutely and marvelously perfect. When I finish something and it's done perfectly, I am happy and giddy and all smiley and can't think of anything else. And I just can't help but spot and point out any and all imperfections I see and I will stop whatever I'm doing to at least try to make it perfect.
I'm neurotic to an extreme. That much is obvious from my last three paragraphs.
In other words...
I am completely normal!
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