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A while back we had a thread about people's odd quirks.  Once again, instead of digging it up I figured I'd make a fresh start.   New one for me while I learned on vacation.

I am skeeved out by hotel rooms.  Not referring to the "charge by the hour" type either.  Rather any hotel, even the nicest ones.  I don't like walking around barefoot in them and I don't like the sheets they have either in their beds.  This last stay I literally slept in my clothing because it made me feel...well...more comfortable.   :question:  I also can't stand the smell of them either.  I think souly it comes down to I only like my house when it comes to sleeping/bathing quarters. 

Speaking of the above "sheets" comment, I hate hate hate cotton sheets.  I prefer to use the jersey or flannel. 

I belch the names of all seven continents at least once a day.  Don't ask me why!

(No, not all in one belch.  I'm good, but not that good!)

I have the same feelings about hotel beds.  My mom told me some horror stories about hotels so the first night I always cautiously touch everything like it's covered in poo and sleep in pajama pants, but if all goes well, I'm pretty comfortable by the second night.  However, while we were on our minivacation last week, I got really freaked out because I went to bed in my pj pants and woke up with them off! They were tossed up on the lamp shade and I don't remember doing it, and I was really cold all night so I don't think I did it in a fit of hot desperation.

I can't poop in public bathrooms.  Some of my friends are the same, but lots of other people think it's really weird.

I like to not eat lunch then go for a 5 mile run on an empty stomach, come back and pound a can of malt liquor.

I must have a fan going in order to sleep. Even when its below zero outside I still have my fan on.

My toes(not feet, just toes) must be hanging off the foot of the bed before I can fall asleep.

I'm the same exact way with fans!  It's partly the feeling, but mostly the noise. I've gotten so used to it, I have trouble sleeping without a fan.


I can, (only if it's a total emergency, but not if it's really gross) but I always feel depressed and freaked out.

Oh! I have a creepy sort-of public bathroom story! 

My brother was staying in a rural hostel and was using the toilet (this was about 12:30 am) when the lights went out in the bathroom! On top of this he heard creepy string music playing faintly from another room. On top of all that before the lights went out he saw threatening and satanic graffiti all over the stall!  The really horrible part is I would still rather use the bathroom in that hostel in that same situation, than the bathroom in my local Walmart 99% of the time.

As for my odd quirks:

I have to wear my glasses all day long and I hate for them to be sliding down my nose. As a result I push them so far up they sometimes mash into my face and irritate my skin.  As a matter of fact, I actually broke one pair of glasses in half by pushing on the nose-piece too many times!

I'll think of more quirks later.

I have no problem if the environment is clean.  Nothing I hate more is walking into a stall that has p!ss all over the place and sh!t splatters where no man should ever get them. I've already written a blog entry on this though.  

I do however have to do a few things before doing using a restroom for pooping purposes;

1.) Flush the toliet multiple times.
2.) Lay down the "safety guard"...aka toliet paper on the rim.
3.) Lay down "safety netting"...aka toliet paper in the bowl to prevent splash backs.  I find there is nothing worse than having water up your arse from a bowl that many have used before you.


I do however, even at home, prefer to have no one around me when I'm doing my thing.

Another bathroom quirk:

I HATE using the bathroom after somebody has just showered. I'll hold it in to the point of causing pain and then some, if I have to.  I hate the steamy hot feeling. 

I LOVE it when the bathroom is dry and freezing cold. My dream toilet would probably be made out of some kind of ice.

Yep, same here.  Another one,  I absolutely turn away in horror if I'm at someone's house and they have a cushion toliet seat.  My mother in law has one and I'd probably rather cr@p myself than to use it. 

The cushioned toilet seats are pretty gross feeling!

Cooking quirk:

I don't mind preparing and handling ground beef or ground turkey in the slightest.

However, I really hate preparing and handling raw chicken breasts! I guess it's because chicken actually feels like flesh, but ground meat feels like clay or something else fun.

I also hate the sound of cutting through raw chicken!

I water down my orange juice. for some reason the idea of an entire glass of juice is just pure decadence to me

I have a chewed up mechanical pencil in between my teeth right now.  Sometimes having it there and slightly biting on it help me think.  So whenever I'm working on something that requires significant thought like video editing or posting on forums, I often grab it and bite on it.

I canNOT were anything that has yellow on it, for some reason, I get sick while wearing yellow. Also, I have to wear black or blue clothing, as in it helps me think better  :question:

I don't find anything odd about them, but I've been told that it's odd to:
1.) Use mustard as a seasoning when making Tuna Fish sandwiches.
2.) Use mustard on a Tomato sandwich (apparently it's supposed to be MAYO.)
3.) Using ketchup instead of Gravy when eating Turkey at Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Also, I'm somewhat OCD and wash my hands a couple hundred times a day.  Trying to make a sandwich is an utter chore cause I'll touch the plastic the bread is in, wash my hands, touch the peanut butter jar, wash my hands, etc. 

The random counting and everyhing having to be in patterns or a numbered amount.  If I touch something, and if I'm thinking of a number, I have to touch said thing that many times (if, for example, my boss says he needs 20 of something to someone else, and I'm somewhere else, I have to touch said thing 20 times.) Quite sad, really.

I'm 26 and readily admit to being a Weird Al fan. 

And, oddly enough, despite my obsession with cleanliness, I have no problems sleeping in motel rooms.  Despite reports on tv about how many of them are in bad shape.  Why I can, I dunno.  Granted, I'll shower like, 5 times while in said room, but still. :buggedout:

Those things are all definitely unusual to a certain extent, but rest assured none of them are wrong.

I know you hate mayo and I like it, but I will often use mustard in tuna sandwiches or a mixture of both mustard and mayo.

On related note to the turkey and ketchup situation:  I love crab, but I used to eat crabcakes with ketchup and mustard, which grosses a lot of people out.  I've since grown to like other things, but I still like ketchup and mustard.

A note about Weird Al and humor and general: I think people need to lighten up! I think it's really cool that you like Weird Al! It shouldn't matter what age you are; people should be allowed and encouraged to like what they like, whether it's cartoons, kids movies, sports, pop music, and whatever else!

On a similar age and fun note:

(This will probably not be as quirky on this forum as it would be with most people I know)  I'm 18 and I still LOVE Halloween!  I see nothing wrong with an adult dressing up! Just because you're doing something children love, it does not mean you have to act immature or stupid! I don't trick or treat, but I love decorating the house and getting in the Halloween spirit!  If I had my way I would allow anybody who wanted to trick or treat to do so, regardless of age!

Okay, I'm finished! Sorry about the rants!

LOL I'm 26 and I love Halloween (not so much the dressing up, but more the aesthetics). I collect things with pumpkins, bats or any Halloween theme. Think it comes with being a horror movie fanatic..... :cheers:

If I had my way modern Halloween would be considered a holiday!

I have this belief that 99% of all people, while not actually being OCD, have at least one quirk or trait that is at least borderline.

I have this thing where any time I drink from a disposable drink cup, the seam has to be facing away from me. If it's a fast food cup no problem, I just have to rotate the cup in my hand. However, if it's a coffee place, because they have a drink hole on one side, if that cup gets handed to me without the seam facing away (which is, like, 90% of the time), I have to take off the lid and adjust it. Even the carboard heat sleeve has to have the seam facing away. I'm not OCD in general, but this one thing is definately an irresistable compulsion for me.

Another quirk:

The sight of chewed gum totally repulses me.  I quickly become filled with irrational hatred and revulsion when I see chewed gum.

If I see it on the edge of a plate, I often won't use that plate again until I've forgotten about the gum. The bad thing is I have an outstanding memory.

I prefer to drink coffee out of a styrofoam cup than an actual cup.

I prefer drinking out of plastic party cups rather than regular plastic cups or glasses.

I thinks it's because if they break it's not a big deal, and because they feel fun because they're party cups.

Yeah I guess I have what some might consider quirks.

For one thing, I can't go # 2 out to sea. I just cannot do it in that environment. I was once on the ocean for 2 weeks and could not go after all that time. I must be on land in order to do it.

I too generally avoid public washrooms too unless I've been out to sea for too long and then I tend to seek them on when I get on land. If I do use one, I have to flush the toilet first and I also must give it a thorough seat wipe with toilet paper and I'll also use it as a barrier too.

Actually I typically also flush the toilet at home too before going # 2. I'm not even sure why.

I too am an obsessive hand washer. I wash my hands sometimes sore I wash them so much.

My mashed potatoes must be covered with green peas, warmed from a can. I prefer canned peas. If I don't have peas, corn is a good substitute but with corn, I prefer to warm up the frozen Peaches and Cream corn.

Whenever I bath or shower, I lay down a towel to step on for when I get out. An extra towel solely for that purpose.

Whenever I feel they're really dirty, I must clean my glasses with a Lysol disinfectant cloth.

I hate paper and disposal cups and I have to say I prefer glassware over everything else.

People crunching chips is about the most annoying sound in the world to me.

Whenever I open doors, I prefer to use my sleeve or my pocket to open them or to be wearing gloves. Yeah I think I've got a touch of OCD too in all honesty.

Nothing some drugs or a few stiff drinks wouldn't cure.


I'm just kidding, Jase.  :bouncegiggle:

My whole family does that, but that's because water can damage our old floors and it helps to prevent slipping.

I enjoy a nice, cold glass of milk after eating some Lay's chips (the regular brand).

I swore this next one was odd but I keep meeting more people who are like me in this aspect.  The sound of an air conditioner or heater will put me right asleep usually.  However, I absolutely can't stand having a TV on in the room if I'm trying to sleep. 

If there is even a crumb of anything other than ice in the tray where my icemaker empties I immediately dump out all the ice and start a new batch. 

I bounce my knee a lot.  Sometimes people around me demand I stop. 

I crack my knuckles frequently...maybe a little too frequently.

I love bending paper clips and fidgeting with rubber bands at the office.  It seems to bring me comfort. 

Speaking of above, I'm a fidgeter by nature.  I think my four year old pick that up from me. 

Glass being the operative word. Milk just doesn't taste right in a plastic container. Then again, I don't drink milk after potato chips. I much prefer something chocolaty with my potato chips, either a plain chocolate bar or a brownie. A bite of brownie, a potato chip. A bite of brownie, a potato chip. It's a heavenly combination.

Forgot to add that when I wash my hands, I have to soap them up five times and count to 5 every single time.

I also have a tendency to keep checking to make sure the fridge door is shut for some inexpicable reason.

I always check the mail-box when I'm near it, even on days when we don't get mail as a rule and I will do this multiple times.

I have to walk in order to think clearly lots of the time. I also do it to relax. Most often it's just walking around something or pacing back and forth. I've done this pretty much my entire life.

Me neither.. if I have no choice, if I'm going to burst at any second, I get a paper towel wet and pour soap on it and SCRUB the seat before sitting down and going.  Bleck!

On certain pants I feel a need to iron my pants pockets. 

Well, you all know about my underpants, so...........  :buggedout: :buggedout: :wink:

Other quirks:

1. I'm right handed, but I wear my watch on my right wrist. Always have.

2. When I play cricket, I always carry my bat in my left hand.

3. I go to sleep with my left leg tucked up under my right leg: this makes for interesting (and painful) wakeups.

4. I never, ever eat anything in the cinema ~ after I've seen the movie, yes. This comes from my being a projectionist too: grease marks on a film + chocolate stains = buggered up film. I wear gloves when screening a film.

5. I like to dress nice in spite of the fact that I am really not good looking at all.

6. My DVDs and VHSs are all in title order and my books in author order.

7. Some people think it is damn strange that I have a good connection to kids. I don't. Kids like me: deal with it.

8. I have never driven a left hand drive car or driven legally on the right hand side of the road. I can't imagine that it would be much different to driving here.

My most important 'quirk' is this:

I was and am a child of extreme and violent abuse: that stops with me.

Good man.

hi
In the 17yrs that my wife and i have been living together i have never gone to bed before her,

I have an annoying habit of making up "pet" names for people,then i always call them by this name..for example my eldest daughter is named Catrina,yet i always call her "T"
To my wife's and children's embarrassment i always go through my tai-chi routine in our front garden..

I have a wicked sense of humour and sometimes my pranks are not appreciated.

I never wear anything in bed, no matter how cold it may be..

Every night before I go to sleep, I must check under my pillows to see if any bugs are there. Actually when I was a little kid, an ant crawled into my ear while I was asleep. Luckily I hooked it out because it woke me with its buzzing noise. Every since then, I must check under the pillows. Actually I've woken up in the past as well and I've found a spider on my pillow. Having a bit of arachnophobia, this also is another reason for me checking as that pillow was sent flying through the air and as far away from me as possible at that time.

Unless it's particularly cold, I prefer to sleep without covers.

I also prefer to have fans going in the house, although it's mostly the noise of cooling fans on multiple computers. There's nowhere in the house you can't hear something running - a fridge, a freezer, a computer. If the power goes out and the house is silent, I find it very unsettling. The quiet whirr of machines is just what I'm used to.

Doors in public places I always push open with an elbow or a forearm, and pull with the outside fingers of my hand - pinky and ring. I don't like using urinals, and will always hold out for the privacy of a stall. I always use my toe to lift the seat before peeing. I will only sit on a public toilet in an extreme emergency.

Dishes, glasses, cutlery have to be spotless. I'm the guy in the restaurant polishing the cutlery with a napkin. I am meticulous when loading a dishwasher.

I don't like having hair. I don't feel clean unless I'm clean shaven up there. Not a Howie Mandel germophobe thing, but just having kept a shaved head for so many years, I don't like the way hair feels or looks. Used to be I just liked the bald head better, but now I actually don't like hair. I like it fine on other people, just not on me. It's only head hair this applies to. A scruffy four-day beard doesn't bother me, but that much head stubble is unacceptable.

I shave my head. If I don't I get headaches. I would love to just let it grow but would be in constant pain if I did.

That's funny. I was in the Navy, and on board ship, the constant drone of the ships engines and systems is constant. If the ship goes dead in the water, you know it instantly. Such an event will raise the deepest sleeper from his deepest slumber abruptly and instantly. Sleeping in what they call "coffin racks," with the bottom of the rack above you about 2 feet from your head makes that experience particularly interesting. I had a friend who showed up to muster in the morning with a nice welt on his forehead. The night before the ship's engines had shut down while he was sleeping on his back. He rose up so abruptly that he smacked his forehead on the bottom of the rack above him. Ouch!

Agreed! Very admirable!

I'm left handed for writing, but right handed for everything else...when I assume the position of 'air-guitar' (everyone has done this at some point, come on) I automatically play left handed, yet I have been playing the actual guitar since I was about 12 and can only play right handed. using scissors, tennis racket, everything else, right handed. but I can only write left handed.

talking of odd quirks though, I have never seen my step-dad eat an apple without using a knife and fork, and a plate. who the hell uses a knife and fork to eat an apple? my stepdad. known him for over 20 years never seen him eat an apple without a knife and fork. don't know anyone else who does this.

Following up on some of these responses;

Like Andy C I do the pinky door opening thing.  Like Jase I wash my hands a lot.   I don't leave my workplace without washing my hands.

HOWEVER, here is the oddity of my situation.  There are simply things out there that involve germs and dirt I don't mind doing at all.  I love going fishing and will touch worms/fish no problem.  I can clean a fish no problem and honestly probably wouldn't have an issue working at a slaughterhouse.   I love gardening and touching the earth.  

People who know me at work as the obsessive hand sanitizing guy find this odd.  I think my fear centers around the germs people carry.  If someone walks by me and coughs I cringe.  If one of the kids has diarrhea I worry day and night about getting it.  

The dominant hand situation I'm odd in too.  I write with my right hand and hold tools/utensils.  I use my left for throwing and holding heavy items.  I find I favor the left side when holding my kids.  The right completely throws me off for some reason.

As for the right/left hand thing, I am right-hand dominant, but I am nearly ambidextrous in a lot of ways. I can only clean my glasses with my left hand. I cut my meat left-handed. I golf right handed but putt left handed. My left arm is slightly stronger than my right arm, and I have better distance vision in my left eye.

In other areas, I have apparently always showered backwards. That is, I apply soap to my body and then use a wash cloth to scrub it off. I never knew this was backwards until I got married. It just made sense to me to scrub the soap off with the cloth, not put soap on the cloth and then rinse it off. Also, I hate yard work enough to let my house look like it's abandoned. I've even got a riding mower, but I still hate having to get out and cut grass. And forget about trimming trees.

I don't mind dirt at all, or handling animals or getting up to my elbows in a greasy, dirty car engine. I like big, sloppy dog kisses. My hangup is also with human germs, carried on hands and sprayed by sneezes and left on bathroom surfaces and payphones and door handles. Not so much at home or at work, but definitely in public places. Food waste and dirty dishes too.

I also don't like shaking hands, particularly when it's expected of me and not doing so is a slight against the other guy. I hate being put on the spot like that. It used to bug me at church a few years back, when we'd be obliged to stand up and shake hands with everybody around us at some point in each service. Middle of cold and flu season, health department issuing warnings,  room full of old people who can't afford to catch anything, you can hear coughs and sniffles scattered around the sanctuary when everything is quiet. What did we do? Spread what was on everybody's hands onto everybody else's hands. They were even kind enough to print in the bulletin that we didn't have to participate, which didn't amount to a hill of beans when you're suddenly faced with a pew of smiling people sticking out their hands. I'm not going to be the jerk who refuses.

Somebody had the sense to suspend that custom during a flu outbreak, and I suggested to my wife (great being married to the minister) that it not be reinstated for all of the above reasons.

I have to constantly move.  For example: in the rare times I'm sitting down, either I'm bouncing my knees up and down, or just tapping my foot, or bouncing my arm up and down (banging my fist.) 

I don't like sitting down.  At all.  The rare times I do, it's when I'm on the computer.  I've got a friend, whom I've known since 1st grade, and his parents have yet to see me sit down at their house.  Mind you, I've known them going on 19 years now.

I guess an odd quirk would be my general disregard for sleep.  I'm the kinda person who will stay up to like, 4 or 5 AM, even if I have to be up at 7 for work the next day. 

Apparently, as an ITALIAN, it's a crime to not like cheese.  Which makes for interesting conversation at birthdays/holidays when the Italian side of the family prepares all these pasta dishes and whatnot with cheese (lasagna and the like), and I'll walk in and either NOT eat, or just settle for like, salad.

I like to lay on the floor. I'll be watching TV on the couch, and in the process of getting comfortable, I'll usually end up on the floor.

I ain't going anywhere near the floor unless it was just cleaned. I do have an aversion to dirt and the outdoors in particular (even though I often work there?!). If food falls or goes anywhere near the floor, I throw it out. I don't like anything greasy or messy at all although like I said, I sometimes nevertheless work in that environment and basically gulp and do what I got to do so to speak.

For some reason, I kind of got into doing John Cena's "You Can't See Me" wave and now I find myself doing it more often than I initially realized. I also rub my hands together sometimes the way people do when trying to get warm, especially if I get excited watched an action movie or monster movie for example.

I will let my hands crack and bleed in the winter before I'll put lotion on them. I hate hand lotion. While I don't mind getting my hands dirty or greasy, I don't like leaving anything greasy on my hands. Gotta wash it off at some point, so my hands are clean and dry. Normally that's not a problem, except for hand lotion.

I apparently have a bit of an odd accent. It's not a typical western Canadian one (those are actually very easy to understand, even if you've never heard it before). It...um...I think it's from growing up hearing a mix of western Canadian, Quebecois, Ukrainian, and a regional semi-German accents on top of having what I suspect is a slight speech impediment (not stuttering or anything, I just sometimes seem to trip over my own tongue).

I have to do something with my hands almost all the time. Otherwise I get antsy and distracted. When I sit down to watch a movie, for example, I usually either have a sketch pad with me so I can draw or I'll have a bowl of plain popcorn nearby.

My sister is currently convinced that I have no sense of humour since I generally don't laugh out loud at jokes (I'm more of a chuckler) and I tend not to tell jokes (although some people seem to think that I can write and draw them just fine from time to time).

I always stu-stu-stutter A LOT.
If my fingers bleed, I won't put a band-aid on it, except when it's serious.
If I have to type an assignment, I HAVE to listen to music.
I always have a song playing in my head.

I don't drive, so I tend to cycle everywhere. but... when I'm cycling along a country road and a car comes along, for some reason I have to try and make eye contact with the driver. I can't put my head down and just cycle along. When I'm cycling along a busy main road, I have to consciously force myself to stare straight ahead, which always feels very weird because my instinct is to try and turn my head to make eye contact with the driver of every single car that passes in the opposite direction. not sure why. - when I'm walking along in town I can quite happily ignore everyone going by...

I have the strangest habit... I seem to enjoy bad movies.

What about you guys?

-Jimmybob

My sense of humor is dark and my delivery is usually dryer than a desert.  People very seldom get me right away.

Along the same lines, I don't smile much.   I actually don't like smiling.   People often say I come across as unapproachable, which I should point doesn't mean I'm unfriendly. I just don't feel a need to beam when I see/meet someone.  

This is no big secret on this board but I absolutely, positively HATE Christmas.  

Circuses make me feel greatly uncomfortable.   I find the performers just...well...odd.  Kind of like those people you shy away from at the bus stop.  I feel the same about carnival game/ride operators.   Don't get me started on the clowns either.

Same thing here. I do like smiling, it's just not something I think to do unless something makes me smile.

I also don't really do small talk well. I can't do conversation for its own sake. I don't initiate it, and I respond to it at face value. Somebody says it's a nice day, I say "Yes, it is." They ask how I am, I say "Fine." My wife has told me more than once I was rude to somebody who tried to engage me in conversation, and I really didn't have the foggiest idea that's what he was doing. Fortunately, my wife is a warm, extroverted person with well developed social skills and a grasp of etiquette. I hide behind her as much as possible.

I've always been a shy person, especially in one-on-one social situations. I'm generally pretty reserved, and I tend not to speak unless I have something to say. People have actually thought I disliked them because of this. In fact, I'm more reserved if I meet somebody I do like, because I care what they think of me. I've been told people found me intimidating. I've been called stern, standoffish and mean. I once had a new reporter lodge a formal complaint because I was such a hard and unfriendly boss. Back when I was a regular at my hometown bar, one of the waitresses actually yelled at me because I was always mean to her. Those are the extreme examples. and they hurt, after the initial shock wore off. Usually, I'm completely unaware. (I should note that with the waitress, I had a few drinks in me, so I out and said "I'm not friendly back to you because I'm shy and you're an attractive woman. I'm afraid of you." That stopped her in her tracks.)

People who know me better just accept my quiet nature, and I think my reputation is generally good. And once I do get to know somebody, I open up more anyway. It's just getting past the initial awkwardness. Again, my wife's outgoing nature often helps. Kids and animals actually seem to like me better because I am quiet and not in their faces.

The odd thing is, I had no problem doing my job as a reporter. I could call people up and ask them questions, go to their homes and businesses and talk to them just fine. I had a purpose and something specific to talk about, so it was easy. And being polite and professional seemed to count as much to people as being warm and outgoing. Same with my current business. People come into the shop looking for something, and I help them. No problem.

Public speaking is another thing I've never had trouble with. Put me in front of a hundred people with a topic and some notes to glance at, and I'm fine. I'll make a speech, I'll answer questions, I'll verbally attack the mayor, and I'll enjoy every minute of it. I used to appear occasionally on a half-hour regional TV show where four professional people sat in the corners of a miniature boxing ring and argued on a series of topics we were given. I held my own, and won for best comment of the day several times.

Just don't stick me in a room with one stranger and nothing to talk about and expect me to interact. Can't do it.

Normally, if I get hurt in some capacity, I tend to like it.  Like, I'm an obsessive hand washer, and in the winter the hands get very dry and crack, the skin breaks, and tends to bleed.  Instead of like, not washing my hands, I do it more often.  I had a door slammed in my head at work, and got a deep gash over my eye that required stitches.  I just laughed.  Sounds kinda psychotic, but eh.  

Ketchup goes well with everything: fish, turkey, chicken, pancakes, potatoes, corn, beans, anything edible.

I eat tomatoes whole.  And I'm amongst those who consider them a fruit, not a vegetable, in that whole debate.

 :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:

Freak!

WE MUST THROUGH YOU IN A NUT HOUSE! :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:

What's a "bad movie"?

I don't know :bouncegiggle:

I love to use a hairdryer to warm up my feet.
at random times, I MUST bit my finger nails, like now! :buggedout:
I must sleep in the cold to actually sleep well.

Yep. My wife has asked me why my fingernails are always short but my toenails look like sloth claws before I trim them. Basically, it's because I can't get my toes near my mouth easily. :teddyr:

I personally can't stand small talk, I think its my NE antisocial vibe.  Get in, get out of a conversation with a stranger as fast as possible. I was in culture shock when I took a cruise out of TX.  You say "how you doing" to many and they give you their week's events.  Where I'm at you get "good".  

It kind of goes back to my prior posts in the "what grinds your gears" thread about people who state the obvious to make small talk.  "Hot weather isn't it..."  "Yep"

Oh yes, the people who keep going on and on with the small talk, when I just want to pick up the mail or buy a loaf of bread, or if I obviously have work to do. Your friendly gesture is duly noted, now f**k off.

Why do people need to talk for the sake of talking? I like a good conversation as much as the next guy, maybe more, but it has to be about something, and it has to have some value to the people involved, however small. I hate giving a report on the family and business to everybody I interact with, not because they have a genuine interest, but because asking is the sociable thing for them to do and telling them is the polite response.

Ugh...small talk. Since I happen to have two X chromosones, I'm expected to engage in small talk with other members of my gender about clothes, makeup, boys, and celebrities. I don't care all that much about 3 of those, and my relationship with my boyfriend is not some stranger's business.

I figure it's something that made a lot more sense 100 years ago in more rural areas, and social patterns haven't really changed to reflect that much.  Back then, practically anybody you came across was probably a neighbor, a friend of a friend, or someone you'd run into again.  So, knowing some basic information about what was going on with their life was not only helpful, it could be useful for the good of all. 

I will say I can appreciate small talk from people who are regulars at places I'm a regular - it's basically a way of working up to a friendship with a stranger.  But yeah, when you go to a mall in a city of 50,000 people and someone engages me in small talk about nothing much, it's not something I particularly care for.  But, I've been described as an "esoteric" conversationalist, so my small talk conversations often end up in weird places.   :teddyr:

I don't know, I think the conversation thing with me is it has to be meaningful or what I at least see as meaningful.  I can talk the ears off someone about gardening, movies or certain TV shows. However, I just don't like those uncomfortable interludes I find myself in where I feel no need for conversation with a someone.  For me its usually in an elevator or a bathroom.  The bathroom part is odd to me.  I'm not looking to make friends there.   

Anyhow, next quirk for me which will contradict everything I just said.  I talk to myself...a lot.  It gets to the point where I pretend I'm talking to someone. I guess I find myself better company than a lot of people.   :buggedout:

I used to work out regularly at a gym when I was in the city, and the small talk that always baffled me was naked men standing around making chitchat in the locker room. I change my clothes and get out as quickly as possible, but there are always guys who are in no hurry to get dressed just chatting away about their weekend plans or whatever, as their dicks swing lazily in the breeze. What I found particularly awkward was when some naked stranger tried to strike up a conversation with me while I was just trying to get my pants on and leave.

I don't know if it's just modesty, my sense of what's appropriate. Could be homophobia, I suppose. Maybe it's just that I never played team sports as a kid. Guys who change and shower together from an early age might be totally at ease. That's fine for them, but it makes me very uncomfortable. Small talk is bad enough, but doing it while trying not to look at the other guy- or God forbid, glance down - is hell.

 :teddyr: :bouncegiggle:

 :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout: +  :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:

I say "Yi Carumba!" a lot when I'm  :buggedout: --- kinda doing that a lot reading the last few posts here.  :bouncegiggle: I'll grant you though I stole that from the Simpsons where it's "Aye Carumba" yet I say "Yi Carumba".

Before I go to bed at night or leave the house, I have a tendency to check and recheck things - make sure the toaster and kettle's unplugged, make sure the burners and oven are off, check to make sure lights are on/off and doors are locked and I tend to check things more than once each time.

(Damn I'm boring! :bluesad:)

I HAVE to wash any new item of clothing first before I wear it. Anything brand new ... socks, undies, blouses, sweaters, tee shirts, jeans or pants, pj's etc.  It must have something to do with clothing that is worn closest to the skin.  I don't have this compulsion with coats or hats, but I do have to wash a new pair of gloves before I'll wear them. 

I also remember as a kid I used to wear my hair in ponytails and braids, and I used to twirl and chew on a section of my hair.  Used to be a bad nail biter too. Thank God those behaviors stopped as I grew older.

I sometimes snort when I laugh. Very ladylike ... not.   :buggedout:

Easy to see why we all get along so well. I'm curious to know how many people on this board are not obsessive-compulsive introverts.

They would probably be outcasted Andy.  Side note, I'm beginning to wonder if we are blood related.  We seem to have the same quirks. 


That is SO my wife.  Especially with the kid's clothes. 

If we're arrowhead hunting and I'm not finding anything, I have a special "Arrowhead song" that I begin to sing in a loud, off-key voice.  Works every time.

I think we'd at least have a lot to talk about if we ever met. And if we didn't, we could both be perfectly at ease saying nothing. :teddyr:

I have to sleep with something over my eyes and with something covering my feet.

Every night I have to sleep on my side or stomach so I don't get visited by the Old Hag or have sleep paralysis depending on your outlook. Whatever the case, I don't like an hideous old woman appearing sitting on my chest with me feeling like I'm unable to breathe or move...

I tend to wear my sunglasses during the day no matter what the weather is.