I only shower at night before bed. I dont understand how people can go a whole day out in the world and accumulate that filth and then just roll into bed.
I take this very seriously myself, and I have forced women to change clothes, wear mine, or undress to even sit on my bed. (it's also a nice excuse to cut to the chase) I don't allow 'outside clothes' into my home past the living room. Sitting on the couch is okay, as long as you didn't just come from working, or the gym.
I have separate wardrobe for inside and outside clothing and never shall the two cross or mingle in any fashion. I used to even separate underwear, but it became too much of a pain doing laundry and running out of clean 'outdoor' undies and socks.
Edit: My own OCD, I cannot let anyone else watch me eat a pizza. I will check the temp with a thermal gun before touching it so I know its cooled down right as I hate when the topping slides off. I will add an anti clockwise swirl of French's mustard from crust to centre. I will bite the centre of the slice, then fold,.eat down the crust so i get cheese amd crust with each bite then eat down the fold and finish on a double filled no crust canapé. I never have meat on a pizza as it's disgusting. I am gay.
That is way more insane than putting a little bit of TP on the seat.
Also not shitting in public isnt practical, so when i do i get a handful of TP, run it around the rim to get any surface junk, then get two double layered strips and put them on each side of the rim and sit on those. Just like being at home
Not counting hotels, I haven't taken a shit in public in easily ten years, and even that one example was probably the first time in over 10 years before that. I can count on 1 hand and recall every instance I have shit anywhere but my residence (not counting hotels.) One in elementary school, once at my mom's friends house when she was babysitting me, one at a doctors visit, one at my job in 2012.
My health won't allow it. I can pound 5 coffees and feel/hear the grumble, but I will never actually have the urge to shit until I get home or wake up the next morning.
I actually only pull my pants down just enough to shit into the toilet without getting it on my clothes. I never understood taking everything the fuck off.
This is why I go nude. So basically your pants are brushing up against the bottom front base of the toilet. It's just not natural for your legs to be held captive by pants. And another thing, if you ever needed to jump off the bowl for whatever reason, now you're fumbling around with your pants gripping your ankles instead of popping up instantly like a nude king.
Before I leave for work I make sure that all the taps and lights are off, and the fridge is closed, along with checking the oven's off too. Once I lock my front door I turn the handle to open it a few times just to make sure that it's definitely locked.
I have left my fridge door open twice in the past year, only discovering it after getting home from work. The first time, my brand new jug of milk was warm to the touch so I tossed out most of the questionable items. Second time, I didn't notice any temperature issues, so just closed the door.
I get weird about washing dishes as quickly as I possibly can. I'll make a sandwich, cut it in half with a knife, and then immediately have to wash the knife. Then after washing the knife, realize I wanted a couple of chips with the sandwich but now I don't want to reach into a bag of chips with wet hands.
Here's a nice one... Whenever I've made sandwiches or anything with a knife or needed a fork to stir food while reheating, I will never ever ever place the utensil on the bare countertop. I need to put a paper towel down, or rest it on a plate. It's little things like these that make me judge people when I see them do it in their own home. To me it's almost akin to eating out of the garbage.
I don't like sitting on soft seat that someone else just got done sitting on. If I sit on a chair at work and it's already warm, I'll stand. I don't like the idea of someone's potential smelly ass somehow attaching to me.
I would cringe whenever I saw a girl in shorts or a skirt with her bare legs and ass touching the bus or subway seat. If it was a girl I was with, I would scold her and try to reason with her filthy mind.
