Diagnosis: Quirky

I’d say they’re quirks.
Kimbolina says different. She says it like they’re afflictions.
“I don’t know, it sounds like OCD to me.”
I’m quirky.
We all are (She did admit that we all have our baggage that we drag around with us; some just have more matching Samsonite than others.)
Yes, I have certain tasks and rituals.
When I go through a yellow light in the truck, I tap the ceiling.
“How long have you been doing that?”
Longer than I can remember.
(But I can not do it – just to prove I’m not OCD, I sometimes consciously don’t tap.)
The stereo in the truck has a digital readout for sound. Mine has to be set on an odd number.
“OK, that’s definitely OCD.”
It’s a quirk.
I don’t wear underpants.
“I, hmmm. I can’t help you on that one.”
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is “a psychiatric disorder most commonly characterized by a subject's obsessive, distressing, intrusive thoughts and related compulsions (tasks or ‘rituals’) which attempt to neutralize the obsessions. Thus it is an anxiety disorder. It is listed by the World Health Organization as one of the top ten most disabling illnesses in terms of lost income and diminished quality of life.”
See, mine are just quirks. I’m not debilitated by mine, nor do they diminish the quality of life (I’d say they add “color” to it).
I do have a routine in the morning.
“A set routine?”
No. I change things up.
Except for three things.
“The three S’s?”
Yes (and I’m very impressed she knew the Rule of 3).
Shit. Shower. Shave.
“Always in the same order?”
“It is possible to do them in combination, at the same time.”
I had to think about that one.
And no, you can’t (unless you are crazier than a shithouse rat) combine them all.
I checked math Web sites to figure this out. Three things, you can come up with 16 different combinations (and that includes just doing one of the three).
You can only combine two that would be acceptable in a civilized society.
It’s up to you to figure it out.
Anything else, and man, you’re not OCD.
You're just creepy.