When I start walking somewhere, and I need to turn around because I’ve forgot something or have changed my mind, I habitually say the word “actually…” as I’m changing directions, as if I’m about to explain my change of course to someone who is watching me. And I only do this when I’m alone.
Hey! I thought I was the only one who did this! You and I could never be friends, though, because we’d always be fighting for the right side of the pavement.
Changing the subject, when I eat M&Ms, I always eat them one color at a time (All the reds, then all the blues, etc.). Anybody else do this?
Maybe I should have read all of the previous posts first.
I like to randomly hurt people. Not seriously, mind you, but every once in a while I’ll just grab onto my friend Paul’s arm with my nails until his arm bleeds, or I’ll continually playfully punch the boyfriend’s arm a million times, or I pull on his chest hair or goatee hair, just one at a time so it hurts more.
I felt bad today because I hurt people at play practice. I’m supposed to strangle people to death in the play. I wrapped the cloth rope around Jesse’s neck and he started coughing to death and couldn’t breathe. Then I had to strangle someone else (coincidentally, poor Paul) and when I threw him off the chair and rolled him onto the floor I saw that his neck was bright red where the cord had been.
And I’m not even a strong girl at all.
I’m such a meany.
Realized today in physics class that I pick at my guitar calluses. Chew on 'em too once I get a bit peeled off. It’s probably quite disgusting.
I chew on guitar picks. And rubber bands. And deflated balloons. And grass. And pen caps. And unbent paperclips. And those little red plastic spreaders that come in those Handi-Snack cheese’n’cracker things. And just about anything else that I can put in my mouth.
I sleep like a freak. I can’t sleep on my stomach or back if my life depends on it. I’ll roll onto one side, then cross my arms in front of me and tuck my hands into my armpits. Not like leaning against a wall with arms crossed, but wrists bent sharply, up against my chin. At least my wrists are very flexible by now.
I frequently have stubble, and I’ll scratch the back of my wrist on my chin, and then I sniff my wrist. It smells different after being scraped against the sandpaper-like chin.
Whenever I sit in a non-office-chair (meaning, a chair with four real legs) I’ll tip back and balance on the back two legs. I catch myself doing this at the dinner table, at weddings, whenever.
If I stumble, or stub a toe, or accidentally do anything out of the ordinary with my feet, I’ll have to repeat it with the other foot to ‘balance it out’.
But I’M ORDINARY – it’s the rest of you who are freaks …
This thread is so cool.
I’m always moving my feet to an imaginary shape or word, over and over again. Just tracing the outline.
All numbers up to 13 have genders and looks. Such as number 10. He’s a fatherly sort of guy with a mustache and glasses. 1 is a baby in a white blanket. 4 is yellow and male. 5 is pinky/orange and female, etc, you get the idea.
If I don’t start the day exactly the same every morning, my whole day will be ruined. I used to do this more, I seem to have gotten less obsessive over this lately.
I have some more, but I can’t remember them right now.
It’s a “picture” of her, with the “o 0” above the smiley going to a thought bubble ( “(Ohilike…)” ) (like in the Garfield comic, f’rinstance). The lack of punctuation and caps makes it “sound” like it’s said all in one breath. Or maybe not.
I do that too.
I am a packrat. Teabag tags, fortune cookies, empty film cases, bottle caps, stuff like that. And anything that might ever be reused, like old squeeze bottles for mustard, that I could refill, but won’t. And empty “picnic size” saltshakers. I buy them in pairs with pepper, which never runs out, and I keep hoping I’ll refill the salt, but at the next picnic I buy new at the campground.
I have to “balance” things: if I rub the right side against something, I’ll have to rub the left side, too. (I just scratched the right side of my jaw and had to rub the left side, too)
A very good friend of mine swore that the center of a sandwich held the best flavor and would eat around it in circles saving the last bit, a little 2” cyclinder, for last. One night, he had a Panini’s sandwich {might be and Ohio thing: think Italian bread + cole slaw + fries + meat (usually pastrami, capacola, or persuito) + fried egg (optional)}
I pluck my knuckle hair, thought there isn’t much of it. Also the hair above my “shave line” on my face. I don’t want my cheeks getting the thick, coarse hair form shaving, so I pluck those hairs aroundabouts my cheekbones.
I can’t sleep with lights on or light coming through the window, if there is, I have to cover my face. I made special curtains for my bedroom, which I lovingly call “the black hole” or “the cave.” Hotels are my sleeping bane.
I must warm my twizzlers by holding them in my hand before eating them.
Toilet paper must be facing “over.” If I’m at someones house and it isn’t I’ll switch it. If I’m in a public stall where the rolls are somewhat locked, I feel irritated the whole time.
Pictures or frames that are off kilter…bug me. I’ll straighten them.
I almost never have anyone pass me on the highway, and when someone does, I look at them thinking “So that’s what I look like to others…”
If I’m home, after I eat, I have to brush my teeth. I get a headache after about 30 minutes if I don’t. If I’m out somewhere or at work, it’s no bother, but I chew Trident, just to be sure. (I was eating while reading this thread and had to get up and brush my teeth a few minutes ago)
I often reword songs, but almost always use dirty words and sexual overtones to do so.
When I think of something and I know what it is even though I haven’t finished “saying” it to myself in my head, I’ll be in mental agony until I let myself finish the sentence.
I can’t sleep on my stomach.
Like Purd Werfect, I say “actually…” when I turn around, too. That or “Dammit!” If it is the second time I’ve turned around, when I get to the door and am unlocking it, I mutter out loud “That’s two…”
I was reading Welfy’s posts and was somewhat shocked, especially after getting the “Tea pot” song yesterday. S&M anyone? 
And this is a bad thing how? 
Not bad*, just puts that voice of yours in a whole new…light.
Whenever I go to a play with friends, I always eventually try to bring up details of the stage set construction.
I always notice a dozen things my theatrical friends would spend hours discussing.
But for the general companion, the topic always draws odd looks or yawns. I never learn.
sigh I do this do. Big surprise, eh?
Last night I was petting my cat when I just wanted to squeeze him ultra hard… but I’m fortunate enough to realize that if I were to do so, I would probably seriously injure the little bugger.
So instead I hugged and kissed him a lot.
Like many of the folks here I used to be pretty particular about the order in which I did things, where things went, etc. etc. etc. I’ll let you in on a little secret. The world doesn’t end if you don’t eat all of the food in a particular order. You can actually mix up all of the blue pens with all of the black pens. It may seem a little worrisome at first, but you’ll get over it. Focus some of that energy you’ve directed toward controlling everything (and that’s what you’re doing even if you don’t want to admit it - I didn’t)in another direction and you’ll be amazed at what you can accomplish.
I also do this with my facial hair. Any portion of my goatee that is close enough to get bitten (most notably the corners of my lips and the edge of my upper lip) gets trimmed.
I tend to do a similar thing with arm and knuckle hair. Any of the darker, curlier, less uniform hairs get the axe (or the pluck in this case). I guess i’m performing some sort of sick ethnic cleansing. =P It’s more of a nervous habit than anything.
My most noticeable OCD behavior is having to triple check that my contacts are submerged in their case. I feel the compulsion to open the lids of the case very carefully to make sure they didn’t get stuck to the sides or lid…or that they’re not floating on top of the solution. Only then can i make it to sleep peacefully.
When making a trip, be it across town or for 1000 miles, I can’t stand to go the same way twice. Now obviously there are only so many ways to make it to the 7-11, but I at least try not to return the same way i went.
My girlfriend is currently in Myrtle Beach going to school, and i make the 600-mile journey quite often. Every time i go, i have to take a route i’ve never taken before. I just get so bored with the same scenery. This experimentation has led to two results for me:
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I have discovered some kick-ass routes. From the fastest possible to the most scenic.
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Spending the middle portion of the trip always on unfamiliar roads tends to get me lost…a lot. But if you can’t make a 10-hour drive fun, you’ll never want to do it again.
One more thing. Definitely, when eating fast food, it’s fries before burger. And I damn well better have a freshly-refilled cup for the trip home, even if I’m not thirsty. That’s not really obsessive, just cheap.
I can probably think of a thousand more odd little habits, but very little that hasn’t been said here already.
When I am eating I eat bits of each type of food. I determine (mostly subconciously) which food will leave the best taste in my mouth and save the last bite of that (even to the point of not drinking water after I eat it, because that would dilute the taste). I tend to eat everything on my plate, so if something doesn’t taste very good, I will devote myself to eating it first, so that I can get to the ‘reward’ of the ‘good’ food.
Whenever I close a door (leaving a house, office, etc), I pat my front pocket to check for my keys, and my back pocket to check for my wallet. If it is a locked door that I do not have the keys to, I have to stand there for a few seconds patting my pocket, and mentally tell myself ‘Yes, you are closing a locked door that you don’t have keys to. Deal.’
When making PB & J (always open face) I spread the PB and Jelly very evenly. We were on a road trip and I grabbed the mixings to make sandwiches. After about 5 minutes (I was almost finished with the 4 sandwiches) the driver looked over and said, “Oh, I was wondering what was taking so long”.
Just recently I started doing my change a bit differently. I put all bills in my wallet, quarters in my change pocket (finally actually use that pocket) and the rest of my coins in my front left pocket. I do this because I started playing pool a lot, so it’s handy to have the quarters seperated out. At times I have had probably as much as $5 worth of quarters in the change pocket.
Front left pocket: Handkerchief, coins
Front right pocket: Keys, quarters (change pocket)
Back right pocket: Wallet
And I freak if I’m on the beach and don’t have my keys + wallet, or if I am walking back to the house while the car is running (so I don’t have my keys in my pocket).
When walking on the sidewalk I either stop over or on (depending on the mood), ‘extensions’ of cracks in the sidewalk (ie, the crack stops, but I extend it into the next block and step according to that).
I also like my cereal soggy. I will move around my raisen bran to make sure that it is all soggy before starting to eat it.
I always order the same (almost) thing at Wendys. When I was young and had a big stomach, it was 3 Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers, 1 Biggie Fries, and 1 Biggie Dr. Pepper (I sort of panicked if they had Pibbs instead, but I would take it). Then it was just 3 burgers and fries. Now it is just two burgers and fries. I eat about half the fries, then a burger, then the other half of fries, then the other burger. Occasionally I will add a chili to this (wendy’s actually makes fairly decent chili, all things considered).
Moreover, I would always adjust the burger so that the patty, lettuce, tomatoe, and bacon are are centered. I stopped doing this, partly because it is just a lost cause, and partly because I started eating while driving which meant that I just ate it as is.
Rather then scratching an itch, I try either slap it, or burn it (not quite to physical burn, but heat to pain threshold). I get dry skin in the winter, so it can be pretty bad if I scratch it.
I have also never used the snooze button on my alarm clock. I don’t even really know how it works. I also never wake up to the alarm, always the radio. The alarm noise is too harsh and would ruin my day, but I wake up to the radio without any trouble. I’m not a light sleeper, but most noises don’t wake me, just ones that might interest me. Not sure that I can explain that better, but I don’t wake up during the night, but I wake up right away (and am wide awake) when the radio turns on.
For a long while, when I would swear I would cut it off: ‘Oh nck off!’ (but the nnnn is from the back of your throat, not quite an actual n sound) to semi-get around parental rules. My mom didn’t like it much, but I would do it around friends also, places where I could swear if I felt like it.
Whenever I pass a group (gaggle?) of ducks I have to say “duck,duck” to myself for each duck.
Also, whenever anyone I love leaves I have to say “be careful” because if I don’t and something happens to them it would be my fault.
It seems from reading this thread that most intelligent, attractive people do some really weird shit.
Hi folks. Wow, what a bunch of OCD wankers you are! 
Unlike myself, of course, who only has to yank the hairs out of my nose (if nobody’s looking). :rolleyes: I hate when they tickle the edges of my nostrils… And, the only soda pop I drink is TAB. NutraSweet SUCKS! :mad:
I used to have to run up basement stairs anywhere because I KNEW the hand was going to pop out from under a tread and grab my ankle. Nowadays I just fear psycho killers with guns are under there, like everyone else.