Enjoy the Unspectacle
Clothes are clean enough to wear if they don't particularly smell when I pick them up off my floor.
I eat too much junk food. Like, waaay too much. Occasionally I eat my entire daily recommended calorie allowance in potato chips.
Sometimes I pick movies based solely on the number of warnings on the rating label. Nine times out of ten they're complete crap. Related: sometimes I watch movies with my finger on the 16x-scan-forward button.
Most of my crazy-alternative lifestyle choices are just because I got sick of something. Getting rid of my bed? Sick of no space in my bedroom. Losing the car? Sick of paying maintenance and insurance for something I hardly used.
Sometimes I do slightly OCD-like things. If given the chance, I will spend far too much time rearranging small items by various different taxonomies, like colour, size or shape. I also like to pick aesthetically-pleasing paths across paved (tiled) or cracked areas, which sometimes looks like I'm doing a little dance. However, I can stop anytime I want. And I only get a little irritated when people mess up my pleasing arrangements.