Quirks, Idiosyncrasies and weird habits
File this under Stealing a Meme from Sheila:
Write down five of your own personal idiosyncrasies.
Oy. I mean, I'm made up of idiosyncrasies. I'm one of those people that has weird personal rules and regulations that must be followed in order to maintain some form of happiness and contentment with life. As my husband often says: "I need a rule book to keep up with your weird quirks." So, from my rule book:
- I have all kinds of rules about eating. I do not drink any fluids at all with my meals. I wait until after. It's just some kind of strange habit I've had since childhood. I can't eat and drink at the same time. And I won't drink anything carbonated, either. It's water or iced tea, to be consumed after my dinner is completely finished (the only exception I make is when I eat at Chili's because I can't resist their blackberry iced tea, it becomes part of the meal). The other thing about food is I never finish anything. I will leave one tiny crumb or piece of everything on my plate. I will leave at least one chip in a bag, one sip of coffee in a cup, one little bite of a donut. Don't ask why. I don't know.
- I have seating quirks. When we go to a restaurant, I have to walk around the table first to see which chair best suits me. If we are given a booth, I have to stand there for about 30 seconds while I decide where to sit. Sometimes I choose the wrong seat and I will get a bad vibe as soon as I sit down. I then make everyone get up and switch seats so I can find one where I am mentally comfortable. In a movie theater, I have to sit on the end seat, preferably in the last row, middle section (the theater I frequent has three seating sections). Sometimes (as when we saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) we get there late and I have to sit somewhere else and I spend the whole movie fighting off a vague sense of uncomfortableness. Sort of related - in a public bathroom I will only use the second stall. If there's a long line and I'm forced to use a different one, I'll live, as long as it's not an end stall. I'll let someone go ahead of me before using an end stall.
- I get up between 5-5:30 am every day. Weekday or weekend, doesn't matter. I don't even need that much time to get ready for work; I could get up at 6:30 and be out of the house in plenty of time. I'm just one of those weird morning people. If I sleep past 5:30 my entire day will feel off, it will just ruin me.
- I have this problem with looking people (mostly strangers or people I don't know well) in the eye when talking to them. To wit, a conversation from October, 2001L
scene: Person visiting in my office. We are making small talk while he waits for a file.
Person: You have a very disconcerting habit.
Me: What's that?
Person: You don't look people in the eye when you are having a conversation with them.
Me: Eh, it's that whole "Gaze of Death" thing.
Me: Yea. If I look at someone too long they burst into flames. Just a small, weird power I was born with.
Person: You're a....mutant?
Person: So....how's Professor X?
Me: Doing good.
Person: Ok, send him my regards.
Me: Will do.
That's how I evade discussion on the subject.
- For the fifth quirk, I'm just going to list a whole bunch of quirky, idiosyncrac things about me: I can't eat anything that is made partly of warm lettuce. This includes BLTs, which I eat as just BTs • I hate the circus. • I have to sleep with a blanket on at all times, even on the hottest nights, even if the A/C isn't working, I can't NOT be covered. • I am obsessed with not only reading license plates, but turning the letters on the plates into words. • I have a weird habit of reading signs, billboards, street signs, etc. backwards. • When walking up or down stairs, I have to count the stairs. • I am a compulsive list maker. I will even make lists of the lists I've been making. Whether or not I follow the lists is another matter. • I am terrified of bridges. I have gotten to the point where I will drive over one, but only in the middle lane. Of all the bridges I cross, going over the Throgs Neck, toward the city, is the most frightening experience. • I have this weird problem with fabrics touching each other. Towel on towel. Sweater on a rug. Broom on a rug. Felt on anything. It all gives me chills and makes my skin crawl. Just thinking about makes me clench my teeth. Oh, and teeth. If you ever put a towel in your mouth in front of me, if any kind of fabric at all touches your teeth or tongue in my presence, I will run from the room screaming. • I can't burp. I have never had a real, good burp (except maybe when I was an infant). Some people can burp on demand, I can't even get a small, baby-like burp to come forth. • My clothing is mostly dark. I used to dress only in black, but I've been able to branch out into browns and grays lately. Last night I wore a green shirt and gave everyone a heart attack. I will never, ever, ever be seen in pink. I have a deep aversion to that color. • If I could go barefoot for the rest of my life, I would. I hate shoes. Socks are cool, but I hate shoes. • I am a weather freak. The weather channel is my "home" channel on the tv.
Ok, I'm going to stop now.
Bloggers, this is a viral meme. I expect you to take up the cause at our own places, if you haven't already. Everyone else can reveal their quirks in the comments, because, don't make me stand out here emotionally naked all alone.
Update: I should add: I hate, hate, when people try to "one up" your bad health, bad experiences or yes, even quirks. There is nothing more annoying than a person who says "You had a 104 fever? Pfft, I had a 105! My dire emergency was far worse than yours. I WIN!" Which is like saying "yea, list all your idiosyncrasies, but they PALE in comparison to mine!" Does everything have to be a god damn competition? I swear, it makes me want to stab someone. Except I don't really like the feel of a metal blade sliding into flesh. Gives me the chills. Every time.
Update: Dave chimes in with his quirks.
As does that nutbag, Solonor.