Post by dr.girlfriend on Jul 31, 2015 11:01:43 GMT -5
I am HORRIBLE about trying to carry more than humanly possible in one trip in order to avoid making multiple trips. I will balance things precariously, and often drop and damage them, because I am too stubborn to make two trips. It's a sickness. DH teases me mercilessly about it, and now DS (6 years old) does it too.
Here's a fun one about DH. He takes a big breath, puffing up his cheeks, and holds it while he pulls his t-shirt over his head. Like he's going to die of suffocation in the .5 seconds his t-shirt is over his face. I think it's adorable.
I have to brush my teeth with hot water. I have several teeth brush quirks, but I'm not sure if all of them count as more than one, since they are under the same umbrella.
Similar, although I prefer to brush my teeth in the shower. I like to make a big smile and let the pressure from the showerhead "power wash" my teeth.
Threads like these make me realize...I prob shouldn't be sharing as much.
I used to do this, too, but then I switched to an electric toothbrush. Sometimes I'll still try the power wash part while I'm in the shower, but the water spray tickles my lips too much!
I have broken a lot of mine with H's help, but one that's really hard for me is drinking water. I have a "circle of trust" for water sources and I have to be really desperate to drink other water. Like at my sorority house, we had three refrigerators and I would only drink water from one of them (no rational reason why the others were bad). Or at a fast casual restaurant we frequent, I always get water from the soda machine on the left. And forget about ice unless it's from my home fridge.
I can't stand the sight of an unmade bed. I make my bed every morning. On the rare occasions where I spend most of the day in bed sick, I will actually make it before I get in again. I know it makes no sense.
Yes, this! Unmade beds skeeve me out.
When I was pregnant and on bedrest, I even used my 5-minutes of standing up time each day to make my bed b/c it skeeved me out to be in an unmade bed all day and see it unmade. Instead, I made the bed every morning and laid on top of the comforter with a throw blanket on me.
Post by oscarnerdjulief on Jul 31, 2015 11:31:56 GMT -5
I typed several paragraphs on one quirk, then decided to talk about another because the original one is way too hard to explain.
I am obsessed with predicting the Oscars. I read the early prognostications and festival lineups and listen to all, and I mean all, the Oscar podcasts. I also check the Oscar websites. I've even made it a goal for this fall to keep up my fitness regimen by listening to my Oscar podcasts only when I am exercising, not when I am relaxing at home.
It's funny that we get so many snow days, including 11 this year, but I've never been off on Oscar nominations day or the day after the ceremony.
If I opening a pre-made can of biscuits or dough I always turn my head and close my eyes tight in anticipation of the "pop" sound. I know it's coming but I just can't watch/hate it for some reason.
Post by Wanderista on Jul 31, 2015 13:41:45 GMT -5
I don't like touching or smelling newsprint. There's something about the texture of printed newspapers that I don't like. Other forms of printed media are fine - books, magazines, brochures are all fine. I much prefer reading newspapers online.
If I opening a pre-made can of biscuits or dough I always turn my head and close my eyes tight in anticipation of the "pop" sound. I know it's coming but I just can't watch/hate it for some reason.
This scares me too! And forget about opening champagne...luckily it doesn't hinder me in my typical life much to be champagne-decorking-avoidant.
I do this weird thing to the edges of whatever page I'm reading. I bend it over on itself, then slide it back in just one spot. I can't even describe it.
You described it well enough. I do the same thing to all paper! (And my clothes too) I try very hard to be good about my books, but any scrap paper and receipts around the house are a mess of curled edges.
I thought by the time I got back to this thread, you two would have discussed this. Are you doing so in a PM? Don't you guys think this is crazy? Don't you want to find out if you were separated at birth?? Have your parents been lying to you all these years??
I can't handle my face being touched. Even by my kids or husband.
Me either, except during facials. I don't like civilians doing it; however, because, germs.
I've thought about this thread since it started. I even asked my husband. I don't think I have any genuine quirks. Preferences, likes, dislikes, sure, but not legitimate quirks. I am disappointed in myself, because I'm so weird, I should have something, but no. Every time there is a question about something like this (what's your talent, what weird thing can you do with your body, etc.), I never have anything. So dull.
sfy cyst popping videos are my favorite. Unfortunately I've seen all the good ones so now I have to search more. Leave no stone unturned, no cyst I popped.
Post by LoveTrains on Jul 31, 2015 20:46:58 GMT -5
sfyniq all my friends in high school did that thing with the yellow lights and kissing your hand and slapping it to the roof. I would swear niq is my long lost high school friend, but I know that he isn't because in fact he went to high school with someone I know from college. And we didn't even grow up in neighboring states so can't say its some regional teen conspiracy.
sfyniq all my friends in high school did that thing with the yellow lights and kissing your hand and slapping it to the roof. I would swear niq is my long lost high school friend, but I know that he isn't because in fact he went to high school with someone I know from college. And we didn't even grow up in neighboring states so can't say its some regional teen conspiracy.
Maybe it was a '90s high school thing? Idk.
Ohh ok lol. Well, I feel better knowing that it was a trend and not just some innate quirk that could lead to you guys eventually reenacting a middle aged version of The Parent Trap .
sfyniq all my friends in high school did that thing with the yellow lights and kissing your hand and slapping it to the roof. I would swear niq is my long lost high school friend, but I know that he isn't because in fact he went to high school with someone I know from college. And we didn't even grow up in neighboring states so can't say its some regional teen conspiracy.
Maybe it was a '90s high school thing? Idk.
I picked it up at summer camp as a teenaged. Also when you go over a train track, you have to lift your feet off the floor, your hands over your head, and yell "peanut butter peanut butter peanut butter!" until you're all the way over. I don't do that one anymore.
I do this weird thing to the edges of whatever page I'm reading. I bend it over on itself, then slide it back in just one spot. I can't even describe it.
You described it well enough. I do the same thing to all paper! (And my clothes too) I try very hard to be good about my books, but any scrap paper and receipts around the house are a mess of curled edges.
Post by DarcyLongfellow on Aug 1, 2015 0:39:58 GMT -5
I have this weird thing that both sides of my body must be equal. So, if I touch my right knee, I have to touch my left. If I scratch the left side of my nose, I have to scratch the right. If my right arm brushes against a wall, I have to touch my left arm to make it the same. Both halves must be equal at all times. If I don't do it, I feel restless and uneasy until I re-equalize myself.
I've consciously tried to force myself to get over this quirk as an adult, and I'm better, but I still want to do it every time. I've only ever told my mom and DH, and they both thought it was super odd.
Oh, and add me to the list of 90's high school kids who did the yellow light kiss the ceiling of the car thing. I haven't done it in years, though.
I have this weird thing that both sides of my body must be equal. So, if I touch my right knee, I have to touch my left. If I scratch the left side of my nose, I have to scratch the right. If my right arm brushes against a wall, I have to touch my left arm to make it the same. Both halves must be equal at all times. If I don't do it, I feel restless and uneasy until I re-equalize myself.
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I do this too! Much less now than when I was younger but I do like keeping both halves equal a lot. I try to rein it in when I'm with other people but since I work from home it isn't too much of an issue. I just scratched both of my ears. One was itchy.
I hate when my skin touches the blanket directly, there has to be a sheet in between. If the sheet hangs even just a little shorter I have to pull everything off the bed a start over. I also have to always be covered. I don't care if it is 150 degrees and the air conditioner is broken I need at least a sheet on.
And +1 to the if you touch my face I will shank you club.
Post by wanderlustmom on Aug 1, 2015 20:06:19 GMT -5
I stand in a tripod all the time, meaning I put my foot on the thigh of the other leg and balance and stand. Have done this my whole life--just relaxes me. I also star fish the bed when DH gets up and I kind of make my legs like chicken wings. I put them up by my shoulder to stretch my hip.
I have this weird thing that both sides of my body must be equal. So, if I touch my right knee, I have to touch my left. If I scratch the left side of my nose, I have to scratch the right. If my right arm brushes against a wall, I have to touch my left arm to make it the same. Both halves must be equal at all times. If I don't do it, I feel restless and uneasy until I re-equalize myself.
I've consciously tried to force myself to get over this quirk as an adult, and I'm better, but I still want to do it every time. I've only ever told my mom and DH, and they both thought it was super odd.
Oh, and add me to the list of 90's high school kids who did the yellow light kiss the ceiling of the car thing. I haven't done it in years, though.
I like to pick the stuff off fuzzy blankets and roll it into a ball and then roll that between my fingers. I don't own any blankets like this now but as a kid I would pick at my blanket and keep the lint (?) in a box under my bed. The lint has to be a certain type and it has to be perfectly smooth when rolled into a ball.
I covet stones. Whenever I walk past stones anywhere, I consider how they look, whether they look like they should be there, and whether I could take them home. I actually think through what it would take to get the stone. Sadly, many are too big to really consider. Finally told my husband this quirk when we were in Cleveland recently on vacation. He had fun pointing out stones to me... and even suggested taking one for me from in front of a condemned looking house. So I drove the getaway car while he stole my stone. He freaked when a group of Asian tourists passed him come to the car.
Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G. K. Chesterton
Post by BlondeSpiders on Aug 3, 2015 19:05:57 GMT -5
I have only one nervous tic; I tend to make a duckface so that my upper lip touches my nose. None of my partners have ever mentioned it, and I'm glad. It looks stupid but I can't help it.
I MUST be able to see steps when walking down them. I can't hold anything in my arms that obscures my view. This made using a basement laundry room rather impossible.
All coats/jackets/hoodies must be buttoned or zipped up when on. You'll never see me with an unbuttoned coat.
I have some messed up auditory issues. Restaurants and cafe that have super high ceilings with exposed pipes and ducts are difficult for me. The sound is overwhelming and sometimes I just have to bug out. My ex-H was not sympathetic to this at all, and it led to many fights. Hell, I didn't even know how to explain it. Luckily my current sweetie understands and is proactive about it. Loud crowd noises like you'd hear at a festival or very crowded mall or concert make me terribly anxious. Not individual sounds, but the drone of loud white noise. It feels like my brain is about to vibrate itself into pieces. Before I learned to plug my ears, the THX sound you'd hear in movie theatres would make me literally burst into tears or scream to drown it out. Thank god it's not used anymore.