Oh, I so related to many of these!!

Pull into my driveway and a neighbor is outside... pretend I'm gathering my things or doing something until they are out of sight.

I'd be perfectly happy to not talk on the phone. Ever. But don't dare take it away from me.

Social event cancelled... oh, thank goodness! I can stay at home!

Conversations in my head... only, like, all the time! And more than half are me talking to myself.

Instructions... oh please just write them down. I'll either forget or get confused if it's more than one step.

I loathe shopping for clothing, shoes, etc and own exactly 1 purse that I never use.

Everything has a place. Spices are by type (herbs, seeds, baking, other) and then alphabetical. Clothes are by type, then color. DVDs in alphabetical order, even though there is < 30. Books are categorized. And if anything is out of place, I know!

Spend 20+ minutes doing my hair? Nope, it's clean and combed. Make-up? Umm, no.

I have no tolerance for someone sitting close enough that their arm or jacket is lightly brushing against me. Cannot. Stand. It.