Maybe we've all got it?

I know I do. The first step is admitting it. The second step is to let the realization annoy you so much that it becomes your pet peeve. The third step is to ignore it. The fourth step is to become completely and utterly irritable with pet peeves in general.

I have weird pet peeves. This is why you should not ever mistake me for normal:

• I have to have all of my books standing up as opposed to laying on their sides.
• When I put dishes in the dishwasher, it simply cannot look crazy--It's like a dishware version of Noah's Ark--big plates, small plates, bowls, small glasses, big glasses, knives, forks, spoons are all in pairs and neatly aligned: ...I checked. They don't prescribe valiums for this kind of behavior. And it sucks.
• I can only wear long-sleeved shirts if they are so long that the ends exceed my wrists and cover half of my hands: since it's hard to find shirts with such long sleeves, I just wear short sleeves and freeze during the winter.
• When I am in my truck I have to know what every single preset radio station is playing before I can settle in to just one song: so to ignore this, I don't ever put on the radio.
• (this is a personal favorite) my grilled cheeses have to have burnt crusts, golden brown in the middle, with only American cheese. That is my ultimate favorite meal. I don't ever cook it though. I procrastinate.
• My final example...

I have this pet peeve about making sure my email box is constantly at "0" and when I get all of my weekly recipes and random recipe ads from various cooking websites, I leave them in there as new, thinking I'll be able to copy them into my prestigious, wonderous, to-die-for recipe kingdom that I have in My Documents.

That mailbox icon keeps staring at me, donning a "4" and not a "0". However, I am going to--once again--skip the opportunity to ease this particular annoyance and go watch what NetFlix has sent me.

Perhaps I have a mild case of Obsessive Compulsive Procrastination Disorder?