2. My little OCD confession

Rituals are an important part of our everyday life. For some, it is religion. For others, it is everything else that they cannot finish the day without- reading before going to sleep, smoking, masterbation, having coffee, having a nap between 2-4...
It seems to me that for some reason, most people are ashamed to reveal their ritual even to themselves, as it might make them look dependent, obsessive or boring. In a brave act of sincerity, and to thank the two of you who are actually reading this blog- I agree to reveal mine:

As I am not religious (thank god for that), and considering myself as a somewhat obsessive person, I have developed over the years two OCD obsessions.
The first, which fortunately is now long gone (touch wood, 1,2,3, touch wood again) was the need to touch with both hands everything. If I had touched a table with my right hand, for instance, I had to touch it with my left hand, without exceptions.
As a good Jewish boy, I was following this strange rule for a long time. In my piano recitals whenever I had touched the keyboard's lid, I had to find the time to touch it with my other hand, no matter how difficult the passage was. Various people at school were surprised to be touched again after I had already said goodbye to them.
The last incident, which made me stop the craziness for good was in a public bus. I was already at place when an extremely fat lady came in and sat on my right hand. Now I was in trouble- should I touch her butt with my left hand, be declared (officially) as a pervert and leave the crime scene, or, for once I would have to disobey this "god" of mine, and bear the mighty consequences? I must confess that I don't remember what I did. As I know myself, I probably made a visual excuse to allow myself to touch her large, disgusting butt. But from that day, this OCD was over.

The second obsession, which continues until now, is much less offensive, for myself and the community. I am still obliging myself to finish every staircase on the right foot. Yes, I do remember patterns of specific buildings (to reach my 5th floor flat I have to start at the right foot for all stairs, except the first ones) and simple patterns- four stairs mean that I have to start with my right foot, five with the left, and so on. Unfortunately, my visual perception is not very developed, and so I have to rely on luck, and on common intelligence- if it is a building that respect itself, most chances that it has patterns- most architects seem to favor even number of stairs, for some reason (which means, I have to start with my right foot). If the building was constructed with haste, there won't be any patterns, or very complex ones (every third staircase will be uneven). Believe it or not, but this OCD has proven to be useful at electricity failures (when I am the only person in the building who can run up and down without a problem).
Feel free to share yours. Trust me- you will not feel better afterwards!