Half the clocks in our house aren't even set, we just hit buttons until they stopped blinking. That might be because I'm compulsively early for everything and Mrs. Rev has never, not once, been on time in her life. We let the clocks go all willy nilly so we don't drive each other insane.
When I was a tech fixing photofinishing machines a couple of the women at work gave me an obsessive-compulsive test out of the back of a Cosmopolitan or one of those mags. It came out that I had a hand-washing compulsion because I was washing my hands so much. Of course I was washing my hands constantly...I was getting them coated in photo chemistry all the time....You get your hands dirty, you wash them. It only makes sense.
The same test completely missed my obsession with cigarettes though...it placed me as a moderate smoker, not seriously addicted. I started smoking when I was twelve and have been managing a couple packs a day since I was sixteen or seventeen.
So much for magazine tests...