The slow dagger enters the shield

In lieu of requiring a professional's take on some of my obsessive compulsive behavior-related phobias (wet showers, cockroaches, long/dragging slacks, right-angled coffee table displays, alphanumeric order, cottage cheese, etc...), I will turn to this as my multi-faceted approach towards bettering myself as a human. Stress relief, typing instruction (I'm using my thumb now on the space bar!), the occasional divulging on all things fauna and flora, slacking off at work, whatever; expect it all here with the promise of a punchline way down the line. I have completely given up on trying to become an asshole -- the longevity of its toll on my soul far outweighs the immediate reaping of seed spreading and general self-smugness. Would installing a giant fan over my European shower (read: small corner number) aid in drying it quicker after others have used it? Why does the psychiatrist charge $150 per hour session? Do people not notice that their jeans drag the scum off the floor in public restrooms? Alas! Use the slow turn, pass me the fuck out.