Am I the only one?

It's time once again to fess up, people:

Am I the only one who: can't tolerate the look of an empty dish rack sitting on a counter? Either keep it filled with clean dishes or hide the thing under the sink.

Am I the only one who: the minute hangnail forms is forced to pick at it until I strike blood?

Am I the only one who: can't resist clicking on tempting news headlines? "Woman rubs buttocks on 10-million-dollar piece of art.", "198 pound tumor removed.", "Could that spot be skin cancer?" "Real invisibility cloak invented!"?

Am I the only one who: gives make-overs (in my mind) to strangers?

Am I the only one who: has to (sometimes) change the channel when I'm watching a reality show (like American Idol) because I get so embarrassed for the contestants?

Am I the only one who: on any given day contemplates trying out for "The Biggest Loser" because I feel like a neanderthal?

Am I the only one who: would like to remind the world that "a lot" is two words, not one?

Am I the only one who: gets incredibly pissed off by the mere sight of "Flo" on the Progressive commercials.

Am I the only one who: promises myself (with absolute certainty) that tomorrow I'm going to go crawling back to Planet Fitness... knowing full well I'm full of shit?

Am I the only one who: finds it amusing that when you order orange juice at a restaurant they basically bring you a shot glass of orange juice? How the hell do you expect me to ration that out?

Am I the only one who: Absolutely loves the "J.G Wentworth" commercial (the one on the bus with the viking opera singer)? "I have a structured settlement and I neeedddd casssshhhh noooowwwww."