It's the little things that nobody else notices that slowly drive you mad.
Some days the things that bother me most are big, like my inability to touch railings and handholds in buses, sometimes it's the little things, like how that stack of books needs to be rearranged. No matter what, this one always feels weird to do.
I feel myself doing this particular thing all the time, but there is simply no ability to stop it.
Oh, and let's pretend somebody already made a joke about me putting the wallet in my ass. It's a stick figure, sluggo, and these are called Things I Can't Draw. :)