A couple of years of marching band has conditioned me to do the opposite.
Same. I’m actually trying to picture how I would do that without (i) tearing a muscle, or (ii) my other foot slipping out from underneath me and cracking my skull against the edge of the tub, or (iii) both.
I’d prefer to visualize someone else doing it. In fact, I have a couple of them in mind right now…
Niiiiice.
Well I just hope that you gave yourself a good telling off for your dishonesty.
Every time I see the word “Risotto” I hear Jerry Seinfeld’s voice in my head going “Have you tried the Risotto?!”
Every time I hear the word “bisexual” I’m tempted to break into a Church Lady impression and say “Biiiii-sexual…that’s when you reach down the front of somebody’s pants and you’re happy with whatever you find there.”
I’d love to tell ya, but I can’t. So I have to go with the belief that no one else does this.
Whenever the overhead at the hospital pages “Dr. Howard” I mentally (usually) continue with Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard.
Anytime I hear someone mention the state (or cross over the border), I MUST belt out “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklaHoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plains”!
If I hear something that reminds me of a song, I must spoof it. In my work, I often have to don a respirator…so when the job calls for it, I break out into “duh dundundundaduDUM gotta get my resPIRator!”
I’m a big silly, and often give in.
For some sick reason, when I run competitively, I pretend the devil is chasing me.
It started when I was young and loved to run, especially the mile.
Track was something I always enjoyed in school; and as I got older, I started to run marathons.
But always this devil thing, and I doubt anyone else does it.
OK, I know I’m not the only one who does this:
When you come home, do you pretend that an evil serial killer is chasing you, and you have to get to your front door, get out your key, open the lock, and get yourself safe inside before the maniac stabs you to death?
Whenever I fly from one country to another, on the next occasion I take a dump I congratulate myself for completing an international delivery. Bonus points if it spans different continents.
Whenever I encounter bananas (must be whole unpeeled bananas for some reason) I have to resist the temptation to sing “Yes…we have no…bananas…today!” while doing the little dance.
I do that conservation of letters thing and the list thing too.
Yes, it is silly.
I still do something similar to that, but with time. “If the cab arrives in two minutes, I’ll win the lottery!”
“If I make this basket, I’ll be a millionaire!”
I only do that when I picture a fake mountainside. But I’m still sure most other people don’t do that.
Am I the only one who misread “Walking” as “Wanking”?
Man! Anytime I hear a four syllable word with the accent on the first syllable.: “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanitoba!”
“Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacamole!”
“You’re doing fine Tarantino. Tarantino. QT!”
Sometimes in a football game, a bad punt will sail over the sideline and land well out of bounds. One of the officials will then slowly walk up the sideline to the point where he thinks the ball went out of bounds. Then he stops all of a sudden, just like the mountain climber on *The Price is Right. *The yodeling song runs through my head whenever the official makes his walk. (The song is called “On the Franches Mountains,” BTW.)
There used to be a song that was a jingle for Olive Garden. It went something like
Pass the bruscetta, Etta
Pass the fusili, Jilly
Passy the spaghetti, Letti
Everyone eats when they come to our house
Did anyone else “Janetize” that when the commercial was on?
Pass the bruscetta, Etta
Janet
Pass the fusili, Jilly
Janet
Passy the spaghetti, Letti
Janet
Everyone eats when they come to our house
No, but I’d sure like to see you do it…
Typing was hard for me to learn. I probably had ADD or something but it made me physically sick to sit in one spot and not move and focus on one thing for an hour straight; this was back when I was 12 or 13, 30+ years ago. I am a fast and accurate typist, and good thing, too, since my handwriting is atrocious.
However…after that class, my fingers type things out on their own. For over 30 years. Not all the time, but occasionally subconscious thoughts. Let it be said that I tap to music as well, as drums, or as if I’m playing piano, though I’ve never played piano.
But I apparantly found an 8-step finger-type that fits with most music, and one day I figured out what it was.
I’ve been typing out “I wonder”. 
Do it a lot, actually. I space w o n d e r .
I can’t believe ANYbody else does that.
I hear that song in my head when I’m watching football and someone punts the ball out of bounds. When the official is walking up the sideline to the spot where the ball went out of bounds it looks exactly like the yodeling hiker.