What are some things about you that’s quirky? One quirkiness about me: I say “Excuse me” or “Sorry” to inanimate objects if I bump into them. I never realized this until one day, I bumped into a table at the mall and I said, “Excuse me…” My friends heard me and asked me why I said that. So, I pointed behind me and said, “What do you mean, why did I say ‘Excuse me’? Because I bumped into…the…TABLE?!”
So, tell me something about you that’s quirky!
I like the Old Navy commercials
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I talk to myself. A lot. Even in public :o
My step-dad was rushing through the kitchen, ran into the fridge, and said “Oh, I’m sorry.” Me, my mom, my gramma, my brother, and my sister started cracking up, and it took him a few minutes to figure out why (after we calmed down enough to tell him).
I can’t think of anything quirky about myself at the moment. Have to get back to you on that one.
Oh - some people may consider my habitual purple posting to be quirky. You have no idea how many times I’ve clicked on the “color” thing and went “Oh, shit, can’t do that here.”
P.S. I am not the Grapist.
Even though I didn’t care for fountain pens in my youth, I keep three of them in working order now. That’s what I use to write lists and checks. (Two Rotrings and a Cross)
Most of my life is pretty messy, but my tool chest is organized. The top level is all sockets. The first drawer is screwdrivers and pliers. The second drawer is end wrenches, adjustables, and arc-joint pliers. One drawer is files and rasps and one drawer is measuring stuff. One drawer is hammers, chisels and punches. Two drawers are electrical. A level and two crowbars hang on the side.
Niiiice. That’s not quirky, though. That’s positively sexy! 
Quirky? I don’t apologize to inanimate objects, I yell at them. Not quirky. I see people do it all the time. I can’t repeat my language in this forum, though. :o
My husband and I have been known to bless courteous drivers. A guy let’s you into traffic and you wiggle your fingers in his direction and say, “Good karma, good karma.” You know, so he makes it home safe and we cross paths again.
Also, I sing at the top of my lungs in the car. I don’t care if my windows are up or down or if the guy next to me at the light is laughing his ass off. It. Just. Feels. Good.
Quirkiest? Hmmm. This is embarassing, but I always examine my poops to assess my health. Does that look right? What’s that funny streak? Am I getting enough fiber? I don’t actually pull it out of the toilet, but in desperate times I’ve been known to poke at it with some handy implement if its especially heinous-looking.
I know I’ve just killed whatever miserable shreds of a rep I had around here. But I can’t imagine I’ve got the prize on quirky. Be careful what you ask for around here.
I say “excuse me” almost every time I sneeze, cough, or burp, even if I’m the only person around.
I talk to myself, not when others are around though. But if I have something on my mind, I’ll kind of have a fake conversation. Kind of like acting out the two people (one being me, and the other the person in the “situation”).
I’m weird, I know.
I do that too, and it does feel good. Once I was really getting into a song, dancing around in my seat when I noticed the car next to me had matched my pace so the passenger could watch. The look on her face was priceless.
Singing in the car is why I don’t mind driving. I’ll get in the slow lane and enjoy myself, while taking my time. A great experience.
I talk to myself on a regular basis but when questioned I say I was talking to the dog/cat/bird/hamster 
I talk to myself and inanimate objects, as well… I’m beginning to think maybe I’m not so quirky after all!
I do this, too, mostly without shame. The only time I get embarrased if I think someone I know is in traffic around me! (Two of us take almost the same route home from work.)
The quirky thing I do, is if I’m not paying attention and I’m doing some physical labor, I’ll grunt softly. Mm. Mm. Mm. I also do this in my sleep sometimes. People have pointed it out to me. In my defense, my grandfather was the other person in my family who did it, and he was a brilliant surgeon and philanthropist.
I thought i was quirky cause i talk to myself and all inanimmate things all the time. Full on speaches with hand guestures, intonation, expressions the works. Its really useful cause the business suit types seem inclined to give me lots of space.
Seems a rather common quirk though, so i’m going to have to find a new one. Nothing like being quirky but unoriginal, to put a damper on being quirky. The whole point of being quirky is keep people on their toes.
[ol][li]I also do the loud singing and dancing in the car, with the windows down and everything.[/li][li]I talk to myself, too loudly, in public – in three languages. English, cause it’s my mother tongue; German, so I don’t forget it; and Spanish, cause I’m learning it.[/li][li]I sing the songs at work (retail) all day long, translating them into German as I go. This is made easier by the fact that we’ve played the same 50 or so songs since I started over 5 years ago, so I know the words well enough. The look on a coworker’s face, the first time s/he hears me singing *Manchmal lauf’ ich / manchmal versteck’ ich mich / manchmal erschreck’ ich von dir / wenn alles was ich will ist dich zu halten … * when Britney Spears comes playing is priceless. I probably mess it up, because I haven’t taken a German class in 9 years, but I don’t care.[/ol][/li]There’re more, and they’ll come to me sooner or later.
i use hand gestures when i talk on the phone.
someone at work pointed it out (read: ridiculed) to me the other day. i had the phone tucked between my shoulder and my ear and was usung both hands, even. i had no idea i even talked with my hands until i started thinking about it.
i do it a lot.
I talk to myself, inaminate objects, and animals all the time. Oh, and plants. I also talk with my hands, even on the phone. I’ve been on the phone with people, gesturing and making faces, wondering why the person on the other end isn’t getting what I’m talking about.
Other quirks: I collect odd bits of junk that strike me as interesting, like a completely flat fork I once found in a parking lot. Useless, but how can you pass up something like that? I feel sorry for inanimate objects that have been abandoned or lost, and have been known to pick them up (single gloves, etc). I also “rescue” stuffed animals from the side of the road if I see them.
Finally, I carry a few odd things in my purse (a plastic eyeball is my favorite) for no apparent reason. I like having them there. So, yeah, I guess I could be considered quirky.
I walk around the house when I talk on the phone. I don’t know if that is quirky or not but it really annoys my wife.
I use Ma’am/Sir until I know someone’s name, at which point I will switch to Mrs./Mr. I never use anyone’s first name until the person has specifically told me that I may or they are under the age of 15. Again, not sure if it is quirky but I don’t know many other people who do it.
I write complaint letters (compliment letters as well).
I get the expressed written consent of Major League Baseball before I record a game…okay, that’s not true.
You may be weird, but you’re not alone. I have a 90-min. daily commute (round trip) with no radio in my car, so guess what I do all 90 minutes.
Yup.
My hand puppet, Balbo, speaks with a french accent, loves to sing old Beatles tunes, and is quite lecherous.
Whenever I start to use him again, I truly have no idea what he’s going to do or say. It’s as though Balbo really does exist and interacts with me and other people. My friends think I’m just a very good actor and comic with him, but, I TELL YOU TRUTHFULLY, I have no control over Balbo. Except to not use him.
Actually, it’s kind of fun knowing I have a sleeper personality just sitting around in my brain, waiting to come out.
btw, I’ve known Balbo for about 25 years now.
Tell me this is at least relatively normal.