5, 10, 15, 20

I read a few of my classmates blogs who wrote about their seemingly insane actions, and I thought to myself that I do not perform any similar actions myself.  When I told my mom about this discovery, she laughed as she told me about my obviously insane daily action.  Starting from a very young age, every time we sit in the car and listen to the radio, I need the volume to be in an increment of five.  It seems very strange, as this is the only OCD type habit I have, but I cannot help the need to turn the volume every time I see it does not end in a zero or a five.  I clearly remember when I was eleven years old and my sister and I were in a fight.  She had the advantage as she sat in the passenger seat and she turned the volume to twenty-three, just to upset me.  I could not stop kicking her seat and screaming so my mom had to turn it to twenty-five so I would calm down.  I do not know why I feel the need for the volume to be in an increment of five, but for some reason it extremely bothers me when it is not.  Overall, this habit of mine seems to remind me of the insane characters from Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.