Love in Spite of Habits?

Dear Obscure Little Person,
I wanted to prove that not everything I write about will be religion based. Plus, now that I've started I just can't stop!
I have some very strange habits and quirks. Every time I do them I can't help but wonder if there is someone out there that really will love me in spite of my quirks and the very bizarre things I do. There is no way around it, I really am an oddball.
These past few months I have discovered some habits that I didn't even really know that I had. Let me share a few with you.
Habit numero uno:
To clear my head or to avoid things, I clean. I know this isn't strange, but the thing is I get so involved in my cleaning. I end up organizing everything little thing around me and often times I sing at the top of my lungs while doing it. How could someone possibly find that appealing? Sure things are clean, but you will most likely have a massive headache.
Habit numero dos:
I do my best thinking whilst sitting sideways in the bathtub while eating pudding. Perhaps, that's because the bathroom is the one place that people tend to leave you alone in? However, I also like to ask for advice. Who really wants to spend their night sitting outside the bathroom door yelling in advice?
Habit numero tres:
I wash my face every morning and night, but not in the way you might think. For some reason the standard standing at the sink and splashing water on your face method does not work for me. I have to actually get completely undressed and stand face towards nozzle in order for me to feel like I'm really cleaning. If I do not do it in this fashion morning and night I feel extremely dirty. I guess for me it's just symbolic. I wash everything completely away at night, all my worries, fears, and frustrations of the day thereby cleaning my slate.
Habit numero quatro:
I look for symbolism and hidden meanings in just about everything. Analyzing things is what I do, but I'm very seldom vocal about it. If I confide in you that stuff it's a big deal. As a result of all of this I tend to make myself paranoid, and worried. Two traits that are not so good.
I have many, many more quirks of top of these. Again I wonder it it really possible for someone to get past quirks and habits in order to love someone? Or am I destined to be like my great aunt, alone?
I sincerely hope for the first, but I worry it may just be the last.