My Own Brand of Crazy

Everybody is crazy. Being an adult means that you understand the things and situations that cause irrational responses in you, and try to adjust accordingly.

The things that I have completely irrational responses to (in no particular order):

Pickles: HATE them. I have to pick them off my plate with a napkin because I don't want to touch them. If my burger has pickles on it, I have to send it back. I will however eat Russian Dressing on a reuben. I know, it makes no sense at all.

Corduroy: I can't touch corduroy without getting that feeling that somebody cut my nails too short. Most people find it soft and velvety. But I HATE it. My kids wear it and as long as it's on their bodies, it's fine. But the minute it comes off, I want to use tongs to put it into the laundry.

Veganism: In particular families who raise their kids as vegans from the get go. Having a kid on a restricted diet is a godawful burden for any child. I want to punch anybody who would do this for personal reasons. (remember, I'm talking about irrational responses here)

It's a relatively short list. The last one was added recently. I always thought that was odd, but suddenly it makes me (irrationally) furious.

What is your personal brand of crazy?