Post the most ridiculously OC thing you can think of here.
My entry: sorting all your chicken wings into lefties and righties; and then eating them by strict alternation.
Obsessive compulsive does not have a hyphen.
Win.
All of mine is amateur OCD stuff - M&Ms grouped and eaten by color, I must use the “right” type of spoon (not the little thin ones, the nice hefty teaspoons,) or I’ll just forgo my cereal or wash a spoon, that sort of thing.
Can we please not make games out of mental illness? What’s next, “Tell us your most LOL-worthy suicide attempt”?
Actually, those of us who have tried it and survived might find it a healthy catharsis. When not actively trying to die I have a pretty good sense of humor.
One of my OCD doeys: I color coordinate my bookmarks with the book I’m reading. Incidentally, I needed some more the other day and, being a cheapie, had an Aha!: paint sample strips.
How can you tell a left from a right?
Excuse me, a rational and orderly desire to see objects in their right place, entities meaningfully classified and the rules of grammar and spelling adhered to is not a “mental illness”.
Oh, I’ve got a GREAT one for that thread, if you start it. 
It’s called black humor. When we hurt, we laugh, 'cause there’s nothing else to do but cry. If you aren’t in that headspace, there are hundreds of other threads you might prefer. It’s a pretty accurately descriptive title.
These things mentioned above don’t seem to qualify as OCD. They’re interesting little personal quirks.
I thought OCD was more if you have to do some action so that it actually interferes with your life. Such as wash your hands a hundred times a day, or dust the inside of envelopes (a real one), to the point where you can’t stop it.
It’s a spectrum, and people who have been successfully treated to a point where it doesn’t overwhelmingly interfere with their life will often still retain little “quirks”, as you put it - residual behaviors that may be annoying and not quite in their control, but don’t largely interfere with their life. At some point, you and your doctor have to decide whether it’s worth it to keep treating or accept that even people with OCD are allowed to be weird.
Like, let’s explore my first answer, which was really intended just to be funny and that was it. But I did used to have true OCD behaviors around grammar and spelling. Beyond just getting it right, I’d have to check, and recheck, and look it up in multiple dictionaries just to be sure one wasn’t wrong. I’d ask everyone around me, which drove people batty, and the time I’d spend obsessing over the placement of the hyphen would sometimes get me into trouble - resulting in a late paper or project. I would get extremely anxious if I didn’t know for sure that the hyphen belonged or didn’t belong, and no number of resources could assuage that anxiety - only checking one more source would help, for a fleeting second, before it made me more anxious again.
That’s OCD. That’s not funny. But that doesn’t mean that Post 2 wasn’t highlarious, 'cause it was. It’s even funnier because, as people with grammar related OCD know, the jury is completely evenly split on the issue of whether obsessive compulsive should have a hyphen or not. It’s used equally with and without it, making obsessive-compulsive and obsessive compulsive equally correct and equally wrong, and absolutely the most maddening phrase in the universe of obsessive compulsive writing.
WhyNot,
Destroying humor with explanations since 1984.
I was going to post links to photos, but I got hung up on which one counts as the left one and which one’s the right. Do you go by when the bird was alive, or do you go by how cooked chickens are usually presented, breast up?
I divide anything and everything into groups of the four seasons. Colors, candies, recipes, drinks, anything.
I started doing it as a child and don’t remember why.
Wins “best suggestion for a new thread” award.
Anyway:
How to eat a pizza if you believe in “saving the best for last,” assuming the toppings are the best, except for the peppers and olives:
- Eat all the outer crust, with just a little of the toppings, all the way around.
- Turn the center over.
- Eat the center crust.
- Eat the peppers and olives.
- Eat the remaining toppings.
- Catch partner rolling his eyes.
Checking to see if the broken chips in the Pringles can fit back together into a whole Pringle. (I mean, until you’re down to the crumbs, and then it’s pointless.)
Now that’s just common sense. Getting the proper milk ratio in each spoonful is crucial to the cereal experience.
Then it also depends which way you’re looking at it from. If you turn the chicken over but are now viewing it from the front (rather than the chicken’s POV), what was originally the left is still the left.
I try to save a good bite for the very end, but it doesn’t have to be in strict descending order; start at the point, but when it gets down to crust and a topping or two, start working on the crust, lengthwise.
Chip bag origami ish behaviour. Cause those chip bags can’t be crumpled up, very well. And it kinda bothers me. I learned to fold them lengthways, as thin as practical, tie that into a flat knot, then fold down and tuck in the ends. You end up with something that is about the size of a silver dollar, very compact and won’t uncrumple.
Don’t know why I started to do this, or when. But now it’s an almost irresistible urge. I’ve also expanded to candy wrappers etc.
Halloween is just torment to me, the candy wrappers too tiny to fold and tie, sigh.
Mine involved a quarry.