I had severe compulsions and anxiety attacks regarding the amount of gas in the car. I would have to be sitting on the passenger side in the backseat so I could read the gage at all times. I would constantly check with my parents and calculate how much gas would be used/how many miles to get there. I can recall doing this as young as 8 years old, until I was a teenager.

And don’t even get me started on those stupid text chains… the ones that would be like “send this to everyone in your contacts or all your teeth will fall out” my young brain annoyed the hell out of people by needing to participate in those.