I have to check the stove, oven and heaters at least 3 times before I leave the house.
In my previous apartment where I had a gas stove, I'd check it every single morning before I left for work, to make sure it was off. If I had already left and was in the hallway and locking the door, and had forgotten to check the stove, I'd unlock the door, go back in, and check it.
I do the same thing with my curling iron. And making sure the door is locked.
In my new apt., I'm not AS paranoid about the stove since it's not gas, but I still check it a few times a day. (and..haha..it's paid off! My brother left the oven on for a few hrs the other night!! It would have stayed on overnight if I wasn't rather OCD about checking it!)
I talk to my cat all the time. I'll sing to her too, in a really silly high voice, like little nursery-rhyme sounding songs that I make up on the spot.
I am rather a germophobe and carry those little wet-wipe things in my purse and will use them before dinner at a restaurant if I'll be eating something using my hands.
Also since I was a kid I've always showered/bathed before bed (not in the morning like most people), so bed = clean body. If I don't bathe before going under the covers, the bed becomes dirty and I'll then have to shift my showers to the mornings. (I know, that's pretty OCD)
The bed either has to stay clean, or stay dirty. [Also I know this can be taken out of context.]
I am able to eat the exact same lunch every day for years. I've had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, yogurt cup, and granola bar for lunch for going on 3 yrs now?? (well, at least on work days) I'll mix it up though and I'll bring a microwave meal once a week. Oooh...I know.....living on the edge.
Related to this, college roommates teased me incessantly about my going through at least one bag of marshmallows a week, and almost every day I'd make smores in the microwave, minus the chocolate (with mini marshmallows, it takes about 16 seconds for perfection ;-).
Related to a childhood fear of bad guys breaking in and kidnapping or hurting me, I still sometimes tread my apartment warily when it's nighttime and I'm by myself.
Feeling weird now.
"...On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him." - James Joyce
I tend to insist on eating food in a certain order: grains, vegetables, then meat. I don't know why. I also only like to eat one kind of food at a time rather than mix them together, so that I can savor the individual taste of each one. For some reason, foods that are already mixed have their own rules.
That probably sounds a little crazy, but here you are.
Actually, that sounds like food combining! Or one type of extreme food combining -- you are supposed to eat foods separately depending on how easy they are to digest. In this case, vegetables, grains, then protein. Except a true food combiner wouldn't be eating all three in the same meal.
Hard core food combining -- now there's a quirk.
I think eating foods at once or taking apart meals (like sandwiches) to eat the pieces individually is actually a common quirk. I much prefer mixing tastes, hence my love of buffets. Which I pronounce "boo-fays".