Someone we know has an ex-girlfriend who, while in bed, would constantly pick at an afghan she had since childhood. She called it “fluffing” for some inexplicable reason and would roll the individual lint fibers into small balls, which she would then continue to pick at in an infinite loop of re/deconstruction. The fluffer claimed the activity soothed her nerves and would haphazardly store the lint spheres around her apartment so one would never be at more than arm’s length at times of stress (re: all the time). The technical medical term for this is trichotillomania by proxy. We like to call it being really fucking high-strung. If you suffer from a similar neurosis get it off your chest with the rest of the nuts over at iamneurotic.com. It might not stop you from scratching your neck until it looks like you've got Morgellons syndrome, but at least you’ll feel a bit better knowing some people have weirder mild mental disorders than you.