Confess Your Little Quirks
 

The volume on the TV has to be on an even number.

I sometimes walk around the house with my laptop while it's playing music, because it makes me feel like I have my own theme tune.

If I'm not in a rush or it's late at night, I sit down to have a piss. It just makes sense, I can't be bothered aiming and it's less effort than standing. Sit down wees are brilliant.

If my sheet pings off my bed, I freak out. Even if it's just one of the corners that's off, I can't lie there knowing it's off. I have to amend it.

What little endearing/annoying/weird quirks do you have?

I'm obsessed with the number four. And sixteen, because it's the square of four and therefore even more four. When I read a book, I find myself looking at groups of four words and seeing if they equal sixteen letters. Extra points if there are an equal number of vowels and consonants.

I NEVER mute a song when I listen to it or turn it down for a section. If anything distracts me, I pause it. If I need to take a pee, and I can't keep my door open to listen, I pause it.

I'm an insanely cheap human being. If I spend more than 3$+ on a meal I feel terrible.

I care nothing of the space of people around me. I am obnoxious and uncaring of the feelings of my peers, but will complain endlessly if I'm kept awake by one of them

I'm an autist, I have so many quirks I don't even notice most of them anymore.
Like having to touch something with my right hand after I unintendedly touched it with my left hand (this is something like an itching nose when you carry something heavy, it always happens when it's unpractical...), my car radio has to be set to either 2, 5, 6, 8, 10, 12, 15, 18, 20, 21, 22, 24 or 25. Anything above that is very uncomfortable.
I have to touch my cat's tail with my right hand before he goes out. I used to have two cats, had to touch the other cat's tail with my left hand. Had a stray cat around for a while, had to touch that with two hands :D.

When I come down from the stairs and it's really dark in the living room, I have to switch the light on with my foot (pretty easy, the button is next to the stairs) so I won't have to be in a dark room.


I'll post more once I think of more. There's loads of them.

5, 25 here ;)

If you see me in public there is a 99% chance I will have a toothpick in my mouth (save the small dick/gay jokes :finger:). I just gotta have something in my mouth. If I'm lounging, it's tobacco. If I'm out anywhere, i always have a toothpick in. I feel less nervous with a toothpick in as strange as that sounds.

Dude, you're crowding my post.

Perhaps, but four is the first square number, and is therefore superior. I don't think one really counts because a square has four sides and one could only have one side.

For some reason when I'm riding in a car, I tilt my head to one side (right or left) and and move it to the other side, when an obstruction that blocks grass(i.e. drive way, poll, other car) comes up on that side.

Why do I feel that this is going to turn into a contest?

When I brush my teeth, I hold my balls with my left hand. I have no idea why I do this. It's totally instinctual and happens every time.

When I'm done having sex, I cough. Every time. I've actually read about other people having this thing as well. I think it's the tension leaving my body.

I have to have music on at work or else I can't get anything done. I think of myself as an engine that runs on stimulus. I can't just sit in peace and do something.

I don't eat anything that comes in a packet. Ketchup, mayo, ranch, mustard, relish...I think it's because I don't know how long it's been there. It could be a 5 year old packet for all I know

It doesn't matter. Five owns 4. So 5 times 5 is more five!
I don't care about 625 though. Something with the 6...

Because five is going to kick four's ass :D.

Same. Every time. I'm sure my ex loved me coughing all over her neck while spooning after sex.

I don't like having things lightly touching my neck. For this reason I generally wear open collar shirts, though things that are tight around my neck are okay too so I don't mind ties. But if I wear a tee-shirt I have to wear a tight necklace with it and I hate turtlenecks with a passion.

I can't stand hair touching my nose. One reason I have a ponytail.

Worse for me, I find myself constantly chewing on things. I've honestly had situations where I'd buy a packet of pens, and by the end of the week they'd all be chewed through, and I had to buy more.

Ah, another one. I hate it when people misspell the word 'sowieso'.
It's a German word, but pretty common here (same goes for überhaupt).
The word means
so-or-so.
As in: So is the same as so, it doesn't matter.
The best translation would be "it'll work, one way or the other' or 'I don't like you eitherway'.
Eitherway, it's created out of three words. "so", "wie" and "so".
The word is 'sowieso'. But it often goes horribly wrong
zowiezo
zowizo
sowiso
sowizo
zowiso
sowiezo
zowieso
so wi zo

Reminds me of something.
Someone spelled the word 'Equalizer' as 'egel ijzer'.
Which is rather funny. Egel = Hedgehog. IJzer = Iron.
Hedgehog Iron instead of equalizer. Strange...

Yep I know where you are comin from. That's why i have two large boxes of toothpicks on my desk and keep some in my wallet. Cause i was chewing all my pens and pencils. I went through high school never having an eraser, I would chew them to bits. Straws and plastic bottles caps are also things of choice to chew on.

I have a lot of nervous quirks. Anyone else here shake their legs? My brother and I both do. I don't notice it usually, but my legs are always bouncing up and down, usually just one of them. I always get told to stop at dinners cause it shakes the table.

When seeing something traumatic on TV, or in real life. And especially when reflecting on another's predicament.
Directly following the moment of insight, or reality overload (for want of a better term) I experience a strange sensation on the right side of my brain which can be only described as a brief sensation of bubbly fluid, or bubbles popping? :confused:
Hard to describe. I'd be interested if anyone here has the same experience.
Never met anyone who has, yet...

I'm addicted to stationery.

It's probably triggered by an emotion, but still.. Interesting. Never heard of it.

Might not qualify as a quirk(?), but I'm a complete anglophiliac. Besides ****ty teenagers and football (soccer to you amuricans), I love just about everything the british isles have to offer, whether it's food, music, litterature, history, cooking shows .. When I take a dump these days, I read a bit more from my book on british modern history. I'd love to have the opportunity to try and be a smallholder in England even though I'm sort of aware that as a dream, it makes little sense. Why not do it here? Better pay, family and friends, gorgeous surroundings. why England, why's that place any better? What's the attraction? I don't know, but I feel it!

What Hifi britain on my bathroom, BBC2 is the ony channel that's on my TV, love british music, british humor, I can rant on about the sweet villages in Britain.
May not be a quirk. But I definitely see where you come from :)

When I sleep, I have to have a comforter on the bed, regardless of temperature, and it must be fully covering my feet and up to my ears. I can NOT have any part of myself exposed when I sleep, or I'm really uncomfortable. I think it may go back to my childhood, watching scary movies before bed when I wasn't supposed to, and then being all freaked out the rest of the night.

5 is my lucky number.

I absolutely have to close my eyes and daydream elaborate scenarios before I can go to sleep. If I can't think of anything interesting enough, I can't fall asleep.

I often ask myself a question and answer it whenever I want to sleep.
Something personal like picturing a photo I made and wondering in what year I made it. Something stupid like that.

I want to have a comforter here, too. A sheet won't work.
I don't mind having a foot sticking out when it's warm though :)

I check my alarm clock countless times before I got to see to see if it is set right. Even when I am 100% sure that it's set. I have a fear of my alarm clock not going off at the correct time. I even have my mp3 player hooked up to where it goes off at that time (just in case I lose power and the clock gets reset). I also have many other compulsive things like not touching tile cracks and organizing things in 5's. There are more things (mostly horrible) that I have, but I'd rather not get into that. O.C.D. is a pain in the ass.

Same, it freaks me out! Helmets are hard for me too.

i always have to eat m&m's in groups of five.

I hate showering in other peoples' bathrooms. I have my own routine and if it means not showering for a the night I won't. Most people I hang out with either don't have conditioner, don't have a clean enough tub, etc. It's weird, and it creeps me out.

if i'm eating m&ms I have to empty the whole package and separate all the colors then eat them by color group

Heh, I was just thinking today about how weird my quirks may or may not be. Maybe some of you can relate. Maybe not?

- I almost always buy identical single serving cans/packs of food in twos. The only reason there would ever be another number than 2 of the same kind of a can/pack of food in my basket is because I probably thought it would look strange that I had two of everything while in the store. I tell myself that I just buy two because more than that would be overkill, and only one wouldn't be enough... I suspect that's just a self comfort.

- I'm phobic about any meat products not being refrigerated or frozen promptly. Chicken especially. What makes it strange is my version of 'promptly' is within 10 minutes after being cooked, and not a damn minute after being pulled out the grocery bag. I think this came from my mother.

- I don't crack my knuckles, but I do roll my shoulders. It's a weird motion that involves extending your arm, raising your shoulder and locking it, then bringing your elbow out and up until you feel a bone pop. You feel it midway between the shoulder and the elbow. I don't know why, but it's comforting. Never got into cracking my knuckles though. Mainly because they don't really crack without ridiculous amounts of effort. My fingers don't bend downward past a 90 degree angle at the first joint. I always thought it was weird when I saw people basically flatten their fingers against their inner palm.

- Ah, here's one. I'm an enormous grammar Nazi... the catch is, I don't really give a fuck whether you're fucking up the English language or not. I care if I am. It's so bad, that if I happen to catch a simple grammatical error in one of my posts, like the lack of a capitalization or even an extra punctuation, I will go back and edit the post. This applies to typing anything. This isn't to say that I'm perfect... but when I do catch something, I fix it.
Strangely, when I write on paper, my shit is all kinds of fucked up. I use correct punctuation, but I capitalize randomly. Not that leetcrap bullshit. There are just some letters I that I naturally write in capitals for some reason.

- I have a certain mentality regarding smells. Some smells that most others find offensive, I don't. Like skunk roadkill. No problem. My own farts? Fantastic. Regardless of what they actually smell like... but if it's someone else's fart, I find it disgusting, regardless of what it actually smells like. Even if it's my own fart and I begin to suspect that maybe it's someone else's, I'll begin to find it disgusting. It's a completely mental thing.

- If you see me walking and randomly patting my right butt cheek, it's because I'm checking for my wallet. Even though I checked not 5 minutes ago.

- It drives me absolutely batty when my hair grows long enough so that the sides hang over my ears. I don't care if my hairstyle becomes the shittiest, most unpopular style in the history of hair... it will not change. Has nothing to do with the military either. I was like that long before then.

- My legs itch when hot water hits them. Fucking weird.


That's all I care about sharing at the moment.
P.S.
Right-Track...
I dunno, but I wonder if that's some kind of serotonin related thing. When I used to take Ecstasy back when, after a weekend of that (for a couple days following), strong emotional moments, even in movies or what have you, elicited an almost physical "zap" in my brain (which others in the same scenario have testified to themselves) that would startle me. There was an actual perceivable graduating envelope of sensation, all lasting a mere second. Like an upward ramp. The perceived physical location was more centered in the brain, but we don't have sensory receptors in our brains, so I would venture to assume that the phenomenon lies in something a bit more esoteric than a sensory receptor being involved... directly anyway.
Interesting either way.
If I were a joking man, I'd say those bubbles were the last of your emotional brain cells bursting. ;)

I tend to crack my neck a lot.

When walking by a desk, table, railing, poles, chair, or something similar, I have to touch it.

I can't stop touching the hair on the nape of my neck.

Oh yes. I do that all the time. I really need to go to the doctor because I KNOW I have something. I'm the epitome of high strung. When I was younger, I couldn't even sit down. But yes, here's some of mine:

Lately, when the middle of the sentence, I'll almost get bored of what I'm saying. I'll just stop. "Well I was outside and then ehh.. yeah I don't know." Or I'll say something that makes sense to me, because I already thought about it, but not at all to anyone else.

Everything for me is situational. I could care less if it's rainy outside and miserable, as long as everything is quiet and calm. Like if I had work, and it was somewhat slow and nothing went wrong, that'd be perfect. If I went out with one of my friends and hung out, listening to music, that just seems all wrong.

I have very specific images that I love and hate. One that I REALLY hate is of the local K-Mart. It's Sunday, looking at action figures, and it's overcast. HORRIBLE. On the other hand, it's Friday. Small city. There's a good amount of people, but it's not crowded. Clock tower, orange and cherry blossoms, old buildings, cobblestone streets, local bakery, orange street lights. It sort of blurs the line between dark/eerie, and warm/comforting. AMAZING. One I've had since I was younger was the view of a mall. It's near the beach, it has a lot of glass, it's sunny, it's warm. I desperately hoped to find a mall like it, but I doubt it exists. That, and dreams always cast weird feelings on places that can never be recreated in real life.

I enjoy fragrances.

I love going out to eat. Especially if it's a small place that I've never heard of, in a place I'd never been to. When I have new things to look at, and new food to eat, it's like brain porn. If I had decided to wear a new fragrance (knowing me, I would intentionally do so), it'd be like a movie in 4D.

I tend to watch movies only once.

I really don't listen to music at home that much. Usually I listen to new stuff, then put whatever I like on my iPhone. I love listening to music in the car more than anything.

I have a weird fascination with sadness.

I always feel like people I meet are so transparent. I've never really met anyone interesting before. I feel so cheated. And yet, I'm not sure 2 intensely unique people would really be compatible.

I don't know what you just said.

My wrists don't bend upward. Can't say Halt! with my hand, for example.

I can relate to this one but not only my right butt check but left as well. I check for my house keys and my wallet. I walk a few steps forward and double check it again. I think I tap for the house keys more than anything probably because I have locked myself out of my place more than once.

Classic. I actually once bought 10 bags of M&M's and filled a tin with just the blue ones for an ex-girlfriend of mine (not the one I keep ranting on about this time :D). She always had to eat the blue ones first, so I kind of made it easy for her.

Probably a wise thing :)

So am I, in dutch. And I do mind whether someone else ****s up.
I taught myself to shut up whenever someone who just can't do any better makes spelling errors. But it really really bothers me. You won't believe how ****ed up some dutch write. I'll make an example of that some time. You don't have to know what it says, you will see how wrong it is anyway.
I'm just wondering. You're using three dots here and there. Shouldn't the first letter be a capital?

Almost everyone has that man. It's really natural.
My girlfriend used to live hear and eat the same thing I doo and whenever she had to take a dump, it would smell exactly the same. Still disgusting.

You shouldn't do that. Pickpockets will know where it is then ;).
There's these signs telling you to be warned about pickpocketing. Don't feel your wallet there. That's where they're looking for people feeling their wallets. And don't put it in your backpocket. It goes out whenever you walk stairs. Side pockets ftw.

My hair itches when it's wet and getting warm.
I can't wear a hood whenever I have wet hair. It's awful.
I don't like wearing anything on my head eitherway.

ha! I'm the same way. Blue ones first because that's my favorite color.

Haha, blue is my favourite color too, but I don't really choose my M&M's depending on their colour. I am convinced that brown tastes a bit better, though.

This actually happens to me also but because I work out I figure that's the main reason it happens to me.

I know. I have no confidence in my memory. I have walked several blocks from my home before, and then made the fifteen minute walk all the way back because I couldn't be sure if I left the stove off, even though I clearly remember doing so.

I have this strange breathing thing too. Since I count everything in fours, I count my breathing in fours too. But I don't count in numbers. Breath 1 is a certain way that I breathe that makes a sound, 2 is another one that is somehow the antithesis of the first (don't ask me how), and three and four are repetitions of the first two while making a sound in the back of my throat.

I think of completely trivial things in extensive detail a lot.

For example:

I've spent the better part of a half hour thinking about the redundancy of taking a picture of a camera.

http://www.levoltz.com/wp-content/up...lection11.jpeg

I mean, really. Taking a picture WITH a camera OF a camera just seems redundant to me. I know it's necessary for selling the camera, as a picture of the product is generally called for. It's just odd to me.

I continued thinking about it. I began thinking, "Well, I wonder if they're taking a picture of the camera with the same type of camera as in the picture." I decided that was unlikely. With crap cameras, they probably use better cameras to take the picture. Also, what about really nice cameras? I was wondering whether or not they actually take the pictures of the really nice cameras with cameras of equal or greater quality.

Seriously. I think about completely trivial nonsense all the time. That's probably not even the most pointless.

Sounds a lot like me. Usually it's about things that are hypothetical, and wouldn't even matter. I can't think of any specific times, but I might in a little while. It's so bizarre. Sometimes it will be thinking about something, IN the thought that I'm thinking about. It's all fucked.

I just did that. Right before I read this.
That's funny. Have a look at the photography thread :)

They take the pictures of the nicer camera's with even nicer camera's that won't be advertised anywhere ;)