I count the letters that repeat on written words, usually billboards. For example, if I see the word “sweeps” I’l think “two Ss, two Es”, I even think I get a high score or something when I see words like “Mississippi”.
Mine involves cucumbers - I don’t like cucumbers if they are either cubed/matchsticked/sliced thick. The only way I like cucumbers is sliced very thin, even if they’re stacked a few high on a sandwich, or as part of a cucumber salad or something. Thin, instead of very thin will suffice if served in a vinegary dressing.
That’s not weird! I don’t do that, but I will only wear bras that are half-cups or plunge cut or something like that. I have had too many experiences with a low cut shirt or dress that exposes my bra to the world so I now have bras that, short of ripping my top off, you aren’t going to see it no matter how low cut my shirt. (That and plunge cut bras do amazing things for my cleavage. Men will actually stop walking, turn around and come back for a second look if I am wearing a plunge cut bra. I highly recommend them!)
I don’t shoot toe lasers, but I do “conduct” with my toes. And I just realized I must do this all day, because even sitting at my desk at work, my toes move to the music playing on the radio. (They do it to the music in my head if there is no radio or tv on.)
When I pee in a toilet, I direct the stream at the “waterline” and go around. I can usually do three circumnavigations but my record is nine. Only complete circumnavigations count. Partials don’t count. If you go in the water or too high up on the porcelain the whole evacuation is negated.
Another stair-counter. If I already know how many stair there are I get profoundly uncomfortable if I mess up the count or if I don’t start counting until after a few steps, then I have to guess which number I should be on and might have to take an extra step to get it to come out right.
And I won’t step on cracks or lines, if it’s possible to avoid them.
I’m sure I have many others but to me they don’t seem that weird.
I walk across my tile kitchen floor in the pattern of a chess knight. This only happens when I’m waiting for something, like “stirring occasionally” or waiting for the sink water to fill up. I just walk around and around in a knight L shape until whatever I’m waiting for is ready.
I keep a huge pot of homemade soup in the fridge for when I’m too tired to cook. I throw all leftovers in it, and every couple of weeks when it gets low I’ll bring it back to a full pot with broth, potatoes, beans, tomatoes, whatever, because the soup must not run out. That would mess up my record: this batch started as turkey soup from Thanksgiving nearly two years ago. I’m trying to break my soup record of 27 months-- that soup got killed by the 3 week power outage from Hurricane Ivan. Only 6 months to go!
And the opening programs on my computer in a certain order so they line up on the task bar. (Outlook then Firefox for personal email and the Dope then the two programs I use most frequently at work)
And I always wash in a particular order in the shower so as not to forget anything. I wash my hair last though because I have some sort of sense that if it stays wet too long after being washed, it’ll get oily faster. No idea why I think that.
I’ve never outgrown the “step on a crack, you’ll break your mother’s back” thing. I don’t believe it, but it’s just such an ingrained habit now that I’ll shorten or lengthen steps to avoid cracks in the sidewalk. It was just recently pointed out to me that I do it and that it’s kind of weird for an adult to do that.
I was just about to reply to that post and say exactly that. If I close out of something accidentally, I have to close all apps and go back in.
Outlook
Internet
Quickbooks
Excel…after that, order no longer matters.
Oh, and I do the Skittles thing, too.
My 2 year old has a quirk already. If she sees a piece of lint or anything else on the floor that doesn’t belong, she’ll pick it uo and give it to me. We were playing outside recently and she saw a piece of grass on her sock and had to stop what she was doing to pick it off.
Another one of hers is that she has multiple “Little People” sets and the people have to go with the correct item it came with. The people that came with the plane go with the plane, the barn people have to be played only with the barn.
There was one day that she wanted the girl that went with the bike and I had to dig through the toy chest to find it for her because she couldn’t play with the bike with any other “person”. As I was bitching about it, I saw a wry smile form on my husband’s lips and I said, “That’s YOU, isn’t it??!?”