Everything you recognize when you can't handle changes well

I can't stand change at all. For example, if Dr. Oetker suddenly goes from oe to uh – it takes at least a month of processing time in my head. If the desks at Amayzine suddenly change position? Total error. Some people are naturally very flexible and thrive on as much commotion as possible, for control freaks like me, trying out a new shampoo can feel like high treason. Also a little tradition? Then you recognize this.

Your hairstyle has probably been the same for ten years.

To the annoyance of others who would love to see ‘this’ or ‘that’ on you, but you actually think it's all fine.

Getting rid of things is difficult.
Which means there's a chance you walked around with that belly button piercing for four years longer than you actually wanted to, but hey, saying goodbye to it was also a bit of a thing.

Moving is a drama.

Especially the first days when you live out of moving boxes, walking around apathetically staring into space and thinking: okay... okay... So this is my new house. This is my new house. This is my new house. Help.

Getting dumped or breaking up is almost impossible.
It's already one of the most painful things in life, but for people who can't handle change...? Ouch. The fact that something so big in your life is suddenly no longer there is living hell.

Always the same makeup in that bag.

From that one brand. Which might not even be the best or the trendiest or the prettiest, but it works fine, so yeah. That you've been wearing the wrong color foundation for three years is a worry for later.

Experimenting in a restaurant = rather not, thank you.
That one dish you know for sure is delicious because you always order it = bring it on.

Booking a vacation is an inner battle with yourself every year.
Of course, you also want to go to that super exotic destination, but everything in you screams that you actually want to go back to that one place where you've been seventeen times which could perfectly be an eighteenth time.

You can get really melancholic when you think back to your childhood.
You'd love to rummage for hours in old boxes in the attic, read your diaries, and watch kids' shows from your youth. Everything was more fun back then. Change is gross. Ugh.

New Year's Eve is not really your thing.
New year, new round, new chances, new number. Total error. You can genuinely feel down on New Year's Eve. Please tell me there are more New Year's Eve weirdos who feel this way.).