I find this post to be really sexy.
Maybe it’s my quirk that my bills are randomly stuffed in wallet or pocket
Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. I’m not quirky–you are! 
Similar to this - I run through the alphabet when I go up stairs.
I also line up everything, centered as needed. I love straight lines.
And - I hate having things on my kitchen counters. When it’s clean, I have a microwave, bread box, knife block, paper towel stand and telephone. That’s it. If no company is expected, I will put my purse next to the telephone, up against the wall.
Are we related? All of my siblings do this, but none of our other relatives do. My parents can not figure out why we do this. We also have to ensure that foods not meant to be mixed never touch while on the plate.
“Quirks”? Y’all are a collection of Adrian Monks.
I must open my computer applications in a specific order so that the minimized buttons on the tool bar at the bottom show them always in the same arrangement. I guess it’s a sort of “mise en place” to save me time when I’m dashing the cursor on to the next task.
Speaking of saving time, ever since I read Cheaper By The Dozen, I’ve been fascinated by the concept of saving time and motion. I am always trying to eliminate wasted motion when doing repetitive drudgework, and seeing if I can trim down the amount of time invested in same. It’s gotten to the point where I start getting pissy when something interferes with my formula of task completion.
Sorry, I forgot some!
If I look at a digital clock with the time ending in":13", I have to stop everything and wait for it to change to :14. If I realize that a series of numbers results in 13 with any kind of simple math manipulation, I have to find something else to count until I get a number thats not 13.
When I eat M&Ms, I dump them all out, eat all colors until there is an even number of each color, and then eat one of each color until they’re gone. I don’t think I end on a particular color.
Also, my hamburger can be put together in this way only:
Top bun
ketchup
pickles
cheese
burger
onion
mustard
Bottom bun
I don’t want to eat a hamburger unless I can eat it this way. Added ingredients (avocado, bacon, lettuce, etc) invariably go on top but this makes for a very top-heavy burger that usually falls apart. That’s because the “basic burger” habit was established when I was a kid, and I never revised my burger protocol when I got older and got control over my burger ingredients. I must think about this.
Also, I have a different soap for each region of my body:
Irish Spring: underarms, buttcrack, feet (this does bother me, however, and I’ve considered having a separate soap for the buttcrack*, but have not moved forward on this as of yet)
Summer’s Eve Wash: for the “private” region
Face soap: for the face
Body Wash: for the rest
*not that my buttcrack is so heinous that it requires its own soap, but I often ponder whether washing my feet after washing my buttcrack is not smart, and I always really wash off the soap before washing my feet.
Well, to be fair, almost everything I do is sexy so I don’t know why my shower routine would be any different.
It’s not really something I do so much as something I am.
I really like tentacles. They make me excited (not, in, um, that way.) Think of a way the average 9-year-old girl reacts to fuzzy puppy dogs, and this is how I react to tentacles. It’s kind of become embarrassing because I can’t hide the joy from flitting across my face every time some tentacled creature is mentioned. Squids, Octopuses, Cthulhus, it’s all the same to me – instant joy. I start squirming with happiness. Even if I’ve just met someone, I can’t stop the reaction from happening. It’s completely involuntary.
I feel the same way about slugs and snails, and squishy slimy things. The highlight of my honeymoon were the giant slugs I found on the concrete outside the condo. I took pictures, I petted them.
I have examined my thoughts privately many times. Do I really like tentacled and squishy creatures all that much? Is it all just a show, an attempt to stand out in the crowd?
No. I love them, wholly and completely. The fact that such creatures exists makes me genuinely happy to be alive. Sometimes I feel like they were made explicitly to bring me happiness. When I’m down, I go to the seaslug archives for an instant lift.
So there you have it. Probably my biggest quirk.
I’ve never admitted this to anyone, but when no one’s around, I’m usually pretending to be in some kind of fight. Ninjas, Star Wars, WWII, doesn’t matter. I’ll walk down a hallway, and as soon as no one’s in sight, I’m being attacked by thugs and have to fend them off. I’ve done this since I was a little kid. I always figured I’d grow out of it, but I’m 33, and sill doing it.
:shrug: It’s fun, and it’s not a compulsion, since I stop if anyone shows up.
For me the Outlook icon must be the leftmost one on the taskbar; that’s the only one that’s consistently there all day so it’s the only one that matters but if it isn’t there I’ll close and restart apps to move it over.
Also, corn on the cob must be eaten from the smaller end towards the larger end by twirling it rather than going back and forth horizontally.
Man, I seriously do a good 30-40% of this stuff . . . I was going to quote it all and say “me too” but the list just got too big. Most of it is actually pretty common and I knew other people did it, but I never knew other people “lined things up” in their vision like I do. One of my favorite things is to make airplanes go through telephone poles when I’m driving or riding in a car.
One really weird and unique one that I did constantly for years (but it just occured to me that I haven’t done it in a long time) is spit on the ground either 3 or 4 times like this:
O O
O
or this:
O O
o o
. . . and imagine it was a wolf (the Os on top are the eyes and the ones below are the nose.) I have absolutely no idea why I did this or how it started. I’ve never had any particular affinity for wolves. Sometimes I would see how big I could make them, like putting the eyes and nose 10 or 20 feet apart . . . once I got the idea, I always spit the eyes before getting on an airplane and the nose when I got off. Once I made a wolf whose eyes were in Detroit and nose was in Tokyo!
When I was a teenager and really pissed off at Christianity I would spit a lot of upside down crosses, too.
I’ve never told anyone any of this.
Hey everybody!
commasense has 40 years of newspapers stacked in his house!
Lets go put them all in order by date, cross referenced by year, with sunday issues seperated!
Yay! Newspaper organizing party!
Perhaps this should be the place to mention that for a number of years I had clipped out the crossword puzzles from the Chicago Tribune Book section and Magazine so I could work them later. I never got around to doing a lot of them, and when I moved from Chicago to NC I actually packed them along with my unfinished back issues of Games and World of Puzzles magazines.
Maybe I shouldn’t mention that a few weeks ago I unpacked them and did my best to put them in chronological order so I could work the oldest first?
Dear god, a wolf that size could bite the world in two!
That’s marvelous!
I prefer to sleep on my side, with something to lean my back against. And so I am usually more comfortable sleeping on a couch or similar piece of furniture.
Oh dammit, I was about to back out of this thread slowly (although who knows where the door would be with all these people in here who can’t sit with their back to a door ) until I realised that I do this to a limited extent.
Get into work, fire up the computer, log on and then start up (in order);
Outlook —> File Explorer (xplorer2) —> Messengers (Corporate and MSN)
The only two on the task bar that don’t change place with opening and closing are Outlook and File Explorer (since I leave them open all day). I do this for the same reason as you, it means I know where they are when I need to check or write an email or find a file.
I also have to rub the tops of my feet on the bed before I go to sleep. I’ve done this for as long as I can remember, and found out only recently that my Mom does it to.
Even though I have a house and never plan to live in an apartment again, I will sometimes pick up those apartment guides at the front of the grocery store. Part of it is because I’m such a geek for floorplans, but I look at all of them regardless of having floorplans listed or not.
Whenever possible, I try to wear matching bras and panties. I don’t always buy sets, so in that case I try to match up colors. If I’m wearing something that doesn’t allow for a bra (give me a break I’m only a 32B), I’ll match my panties to my top the best I can. Weirdo!