I’m a dude, but I usually pee sitting down. If I’m in a public restroom with a urinal, I’ll use it. If I only have a toilet, I’ll sit down. No matter how good my aim is, there’s always that time when things just don’t go according to plan. I’d rather just sit down than clean piss off the toilet.
Also, I eat cupcakes with a fork. I hate getting icing in my facial hair.
And I always eat all the ice out of the cup/glass when I’ve finished a drink. My crunching the ice cubes used to drive my dad crazy.
LOL, that’s not a quirk for me, that’s the constant memory of my Dad walking around saying, "Oh, come on, turn the lights off when you leave the room - you’re not pay for the electricity, I am!!!
We had three boys, I’d come come from work and exclaim, “GEEZ, THIS PLACE IS LITE UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE”, suddenly stop and think, “Dad…is that you?”
I do the opposite, pour it down the sink right away on the theory that the boiling water kills germs and loosens grease deposits. never occurred to me that it might harm something.
If I am not socially at ease with a person, I will not eat with the person. I won’t be in the same room if that person is eating.
I once had a job in which my boss was constantly talking about what everyone brought for lunch and wanting to see my food and so forth. She would buy food and expect me to eat it. I had repeated conversations with her about the issue. Then with HR. Then I just quit, because it was easier.
At my current job, literally nobody cares what - or if - I eat. I am not expected to eat with anyone else. I am not expected to attend meetings wherein other people eat. Weeks, sometimes months now pass without my even being aware of my mental disorder.
I don’t like open cabinet or closet doors. I have finally gotten used to the laundry room door being open. My cats call it their room cause they like laying on the dryer top.
I love bread heels and especially vanilla frosting. Whenever we have heroes at work, I eat the heels. And I will eat leftover vanilla frosting from other people’s plates with a spoon.
I always shut the AC off before I turn off the engine. I don’t know if it makes any kind of difference either. It seems like letting the compressor disengage and wind down before shutting the engine off would be a good thing in terms of minimizing wear and tear.
I really just don’t want to be blasted with hot air right when I turn the car on.
I was camping out in the country for a month whilst I worked on a dig. One night I heard sirens. it made me nostalgic for home in the city and I realised I found it a reassuring sound. Someone was in trouble but they were getting help. In fact this whole system exists to help people
When my cats are ignoring me I find I can get their attention by speaking in a Scottish accent (very emphatic sounding) or in French. One of them would never come when called but if I said “Wheers ma Alex?” he’d appear.
I have not missed a day of The Phantom comic strip since I was 20.
I have an innate ability to totally fall in love with movies that flop tremendously, shows that last five episodes or less, and comics that get cancelled before even the first storyline is completed.
I will eat anything…if you make it look like lasagna.
I wanted to be Alfred Pennysworth when I grew up.
I’ve written in a journal every day since my eighth birthday.
Every day I also think of at least three good things that happened. Not three jumping-up-and-down Happy Dance things, but anything that made me feel a little better about the day.
When I go to a restaurant to eat dinner, I usually order a beer. But I hate waiting for it, so I now find myself going to the bar and ordering one instead of having the server get it.
I hate a cluttered table when eating. Because when the food comes, there’s no place to put it; the table is full of condiments, unused plates, unused glasses, etc. So when we’re waiting for the food, I will make an effort to get most of that crap off the table. I have even gone as far as pulling up an unused chair and setting all that stuff on the chair.
