Whenever i'm home and taking a poo I usually strip completely naked to do it, unless im in a hurry(ITS MY HOUSE, DONT JUDGE ME)

I have to have my blinds closed when I sleep, for some unknown reason, even when its pitch black outside.

more to comee

If I can see a box of q-tips, I *have* to take one and clean out my ears. I can't resist the q-tips, even if I just did it a few hours ago.

Wow, I'm not the only one. Yay!

When I'm in a car, I always have to have at least one window open a crack or it drives me nuts. It's like I believe in Korean Fan Death or something.

When I talk on the phone, I'm almost always moving for some reason. Whether its pacing around the room, rocking in my seat, or shaking my leg or something. If I consciously notice it, I'll stop, but it never fails. I never even noticed I did it until I worked phone collections and my boss made fun of the fact that he could always tell when I was slacking off because I was sitting still.

I have to have my girlfriend on my right side. I cant stand her on my left.

YES

I'm not alone in this world!

You guys aren't the only one for these two, but at this point I honestly can't think of anymore that I do.

Well, I dunno if this counts (since it's so infantlie) but if I'm around a girl I think is attractive I'll find a way to insult and berate her non-stop, which is werid since I wasn't one of those boys that would push girls on the playground when I "liked" them.

I pace around the island in my kitchen when I'm on the phone...

Oh and I dunno if I consider this odd, but everytime a girl compliments me on something (ex. "you smell good" "Your hair looks nice" etc.), I will immediately go "Yeah, I know".

I suck my thumb.

I just can't stop plundering the high seas for booty!

Seinfeld'd




I usually do that when I'm talking to a girl. Otherwise I can sit still.

Whenever I'm alone and listening to music, I lay down on my back with my feet in the air and move them around (like they are dancing or something) to the tune of whatever's playing and I totally space out. I sometimes do it for hours before I realize how long it's been.

I have an insane fear of the phone. I can't make phone calls. I start crying, sweating, shaking, completely freaking out. I can't call for pizza or any sort of company. When I got my ATM card in January, they put my name down wrong and I still haven't done anything about it. I can't even call my friends. I've known some people since I was just a kid who haven't received a single call from me. I never called Nate while we were just hookin it up (lol). It took me 6 months of dating to finally call my ex-boyfriend. I can't even call a family member without freaking out a little bit first. I just can't handle it. I know that sometimes, you just HAVE to make a call, like when you are job-searching. When I have to do it and can't get anyone else to do it for me, I make sure I am completely alone in the room so I can freak out as much as I need to without someone bugging me or making fun of me.

When I go to any store that has an aisle with pens/pencils/etc., I go and stare at them for as long as I can without causing whoever I'm with to get mad at me. When I am by myself, I have to actually fight with myself to leave the aisle or to not even go within 10 feet of it. I will buy pens and pencils I like even if I don't need them. I love them so much. I have a dresser drawer completely full of pens and pencils. I also like fresh notebooks, and when they go on sale (ten for a dollar) right before school, I buy several, have multiple orgasms, and stay inside writing in them for a week.

I don't remember that, and we talked more than a few times.

Anywho, I peel labels off water bottles(don't drink soda, so who knows with that) and I do the phone pacing thing too. I also like to weigh myself pre and post poo like half the time.

Yeah but I never called you, you called me. I can answer the phone, I just can't dial the number.

edit: Actually, now that I think about it, I may have called you once or twice...but I am sure I really had to talk myself into it. Also, I had more fun talking to you than any of my dumb friends from school, so they didn't DESERVE my phone calls.

But no one ever calls me anymore except xjames, and it's just a big fat XJAMES CONVO. lol I kid. He only called me once.

I left you a creepy voicemail, does that count?

omg that voicemail was badass. I was thinking about that the other day. You seriously FAILED at what you were trying for. It wasn't creepy. But you won at the whole Darth Vader thing, so...A+.

I have a fear of phones too.

I pace. Not just on the phone but generally everywhere. I am not doing something somewhere I walk back and forth.

I don't like instigating phone calls.

I make up scenarios in my head, generally a little bit based off some thought I had, or something that happened. Just like, a little 'what if' deal, but then I keep running with the scenario in my head. Sometimes it gets pretty far along before I realize that I'm doing it/not paying attention to anything else really except driving if I'm driving.

I watch random passersby in the reflections of shop windows and anything else I can. I'm so used to people staring at me that I like to watch them via reflection so they keep staring but don't know that I'm staring right back.

Sometimes when I'm in stores and not shoplifting, I like to see if I can get employees to follow me and be all shady for no reason. I get the idea that my appearance has always helped with that a little bit.

I'm usually the first one to break eye contact. Except if it's just some stranger I'll never see again, if they're staring I'll give 'em the 'ol stone eyes right back.

I can't do anything without being amazingly cool or badass. Sometimes sexy. It's so hard to live like this.

Seriously though, I guess it's impossible for me to ever find anything I'm looking for (except computer related). If I lose a book, or somebody asks me to go get something for them, or I didn't even lose it and I try to find where it's supposed to be, I will never succeed. I'm not even disorganized or anything. In fact, I'm organized with certain things because I'm aware of how bad I am at finding things. My wallet/keys/etc are all in one spot, always. If they were to ever move, I'd have to get new ones, or ask someone to look for me. Even if they would have no idea where it was, they would have a much better chance of finding it than I would.

At this point, when I don't immediately find something, I just let out a cry of anguish and curl up in the fetal position, crying, until someone helps me.

I don't like phone calls at all, even if I love online conversations. I guess hearing the sound of a voice without having a face to tie it with rubs me the wrong way o_O

I launch myself out of bed in the morning, otherwise it takes me a full hour to lazily get to my feet.

I do that too. I was going to mention it in my post up there, but I couldn't think of how to word it. Good job.

yeah, I guess I'm "normal". I don't really have any habits I can think of. I'll ask other people.

I've tried calling you a few times when I was drunk/high...you don't answer.

That's because you're drunk/high.

If I called you right now you won't answer.

my friend sam always comments on how I grab and hold things incredibly gingerly. even if im grabbig a soda. She always refers to me as soigne. That and I mrow in gaps of conversation. I just started as a kid when i wanted to be a cat and its a tuff habit to break.



also, i sleep on my stomach on top of my arms that are folded and holding my boobs. It is the most comfortable thing I can figure to do with my arms, and they keep my hands warm.

I also smell everything more than is usual for a person, cuz I get comments about it, that and nuzzling soft or smooh things or touching stuff too much. Which also includes touching things with a certain spot on my bottom lip, its just really sensitive.

Oh yeah and when I see animals I geek out. I get laughed at a lot for it by friends. But whatever I'm like how people are towards babies, but with animals. And whenenver I see a dog I say 'Hi, dawg' repeatedly in a similar voice to how conan says goodbye everybofy, goodbye at the ends of his shows. I didn't realize this till my boyfriend pointed it out, then I realized he'd been mocking me about it for a while, at which times I'd just get really confused and thought he was weird for refering to some story I told him about how my younger sheltered cousin slapped her knee and yelled 'hot dog!" one time when we were playing a board game.

I always think of like, the worst possible incidents happening. For example, me and my friends are walking up the stairs and one of them trips forward, ends up smashing his teeth on the stair infront of him. Because of this, I'm ALWAYS looking out for my friends when doing anything, walking near stairs, walking off curbs, playing with scissors, driving, etc. It kind of keeps me worried.

I think we all do this to some extent (I know I do), and more often than not I usually go far too crazy with it.

Two other things: 1) I like to give all inanimate objects nicknames, but they won't be real ones, I'll just like add a y to the end of the thing. So my iPod would be pody, and my cell phone is celly. 2) I never, ever take escalators if I can easily find the stairs/elevator. They scare me.

Yeah, I figured a lot of people do it to some extent, obviously, but mine go further than most. Active imagination.

Wow.You are quirky but it all sounds adorable

That's because I'm already on the phone.

*Ashamedly raises hand*

I do that too. I try to stop, and I usually only do it at night, but I can't stop.

I also like to chew on straws an excessive amount. Lots of people will do it a little, but I do it all the time until the straw is FUBAR.

I've cleaned my ears like three times today, and I've only been home for about three hours total.


I do the elaborate, made up scenarios thing a lot, especially since I started doing drugs. Once at work I was totally like, zoned out from the rest of the world, for three hours, until I realized that in my head I'd been narrating a History Channel special about a zombie apocalypse of sorts, and I was like "Man, that never even happened, what the hell."

If I have a knife in my hands, unless something forces me to put it down right away, it'll be in my hands for probably an hour at least, because I like to like, hold knives? Most of the knives in my house are real sharp though, as a side effect of this, and my coffee table has a lot of stab marks. Also I just cut a notch out of my desk and shaved some hair off a patch of my arm.

Sometimes, the simplest things make me incredibly depressed. I was watching TV once, at like 5 in the morning, and an infomercial came on for one of those not-quite-a-vacuum's, where you just roll over the carpet and it picks it up. They demonstrated it by spilling some cereal on a rug and picking it up, and I was just sitting there, thinking like "man, if I spill shit on the floor, I'll have to pick it up. . . that fucking sucks."

I act towards animals and inanimate objects pretty much as though they were human beings, except their name is just <whatever the object is>. So when my dog would make a mess in the house, I'd just be like "Look, dog. You're not exactly starving to death here, you know? So, would it kill you to just, I don't know, not knock shit all over the floor trying to steal food off the counter? Because cleaning that up, it's kind of a pain in the ass, and you're sure as shit not going to do it."

I do that. The neighbours like to listen in I think. I was dragging a computer monitor out the car and getting stuck. It wasn't till later I realised I was talking to it in a bid to make the damn thing move and not be so heavy. And their back door was open again and they were lurking. Conversations with the cat used to run in a similar way. I was sure if I explained enough the bloody daft feline would get it.

oh emm gee. i do that too.

I also pick my scabs. It's more of a compulsion than a habit though. I can't stop even when it hurts and if I pet a cat and see a scab, I try my best to avoid the cat because I'll pick it's scab. My cat Tigre lets me pick his, he's my favorite =]

Yeah, people at work are starting to think I'm insane, because I'll get really into it with the machine, to the point where when it finally works I'll flip it the bird and be like "fuck yeah! Who's laughing now, you son of a bitch?!? Not you, that's for fucking sure, hahahahahahahah!!"

this, plus caps to water bottles.



also, when i'm watching golf with my dad and our family is around being loud, we yell at em to quiet down when so and so is putting.

My neighbours probably think I am a total loony. But the talking to things that can't answer back works so I will carry on doing it. The eavesdropping thing is well weird though, I cannot be saying anything particularly interesting. Today's was mostly 'Come on! I can lift you! Nnnnnnnngh! Ok, there has to be an easier way of doing this? Jump into my arms and I will catch you! Ok. Not that then. Right, if I inch you along the seat you aren't going to fall out the car are you? No don't fall. AW FUCK HEAVY! FUCK! NOT MY HAND YOU SHITE. Try again!' And other weird drivellings designed to stop me noticing my knees were buckling under the weight of it as I staggered to the door. And my neighbour stands at his back door pretending to commune with nature while listening.

I poop and take showers... A LOT.

This little fucking ring things around the bottle get the same treatment. IDK why, it just gets the same treatment the straw does.

ah, I forgot about the rings. Those too, if I can be bothered to get them off... usually I just chew the caps.

That's even funnier in the imaginary British accent I'm playing out in my head

<3


Haha, FUBAR. I gotta use that phrase tomorrow.

Scottish you mean? Or do you not hear the differences between, say, a londoner accent and the typical scottish accent?

I was hoping sharing my quirk would bring people to be like OHH I DO THAT TOO, but .. I guess I'm just messed up.

Zing. Always moving.

Number of times a day/week?

No, I do that too. Like when talking to people I always think "y'know, what if i just puked right now all over this person?"

Scotland is still part of Great Britain, right? I think it's correct to call it a British accent, as well as Scottish, although it's a little odd. Would've been incorrect, as far as I know, if he had said English or something.

You homo.

Pfft, like ANYONE in their right mind associates "British" accent with the Scottish accent. That's like saying African American Vernacular English (ebonics, yo), is just "American English". It just technically is.

Omoh uoy.