Analyse this

There are some things that make me a prude and a priss. And maybe yet another five-letter word starting with PR.

I don't like any timepiece that doesn't work. I can't stand clocks that show the wrong time. Sometimes at signals I can see dashboard clocks in other cars which are showing Sydney time. How can people live with that?

I don't like messy desks. They paralyze me. My desk is generally so spotlessly free that if I'm not at my seat, people would think no one even sits there. Most often they think that even while I'm sitting there anyway.

I can't imagine changing my profile picture on Facebook or my blog. How can people keep doing that with amazing regularity? In fact, I don't even have a picture of myself as my profile picture. It's just my signature and I don't see any reason for having it changed at all.

I can't handle books that are not covered. I can't stand anybody else covering my books. They just mess it up and then the book doesn't feel like it's mine anymore. Several times I've returned borrowed books after covering them and most times that hasn't even been noticed. Doesn't matter.

I don't like to miss a single frame in a movie. Not even the logo formations of Fox or Warner Bros or Universal or whoever. I have to be in my seat and ready before the lights dim. And I hate people who come in late and spoil it for others.

I have to straighten every picture-frame. If it is off-centre or tilted, it's enough to spoil my day. I even start getting a headache in some time. Also, I dislike typographical errors intensely.

Looks like I've given a lot of material to anyone wanting to psychoanalyse me.