Oops, forgot one - I have been known to come to blows over other people’s spelling errors - like “seperate”, for example!!! AARRGH!!! :wally
To the many people who have said they have to eat one type of food on their plate at a time, my grandmother would say you all have drawers in your stomachs. I do too.
I share one odd habit with my roommates. Every time we eat together in the cafeteria at our school, we end up with at least one plate of french fries that gets thrown away. The food is terrible, which is why one of us always gets french fries, but I don’t know why we can never finish it. I bet no one else has THIS habit. 
I’m sure there are dozens of things as yet unidentified because I just haven’t thought about them, but one that comes to mind: when idly thinking in quiet moments (like before falling asleep, driving, and whatnot) I’ll mentally group things in symmetrical twos, or halve them , if you will. Usually it’s done with my fingers. So the thought process goes something like this: “two” [while mentally ‘moving’ thumb and pinky], “two” [mentally ‘moving’ index and ring finger], “one” [ditto middle finger].
Of course I have to ‘balance it out’ (boy that phrase has been popping up a lot in this thread hasn’t it? Our brains must be pre-programmed for the concept or something) with the other hand, and then symmetrically group both hands’ fingers together.
OK. I’m ready to come out of the closet about my idiosyncrasies.
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When eating cereal, I can’t drink the milk that’s left over. It must accompany cereal. This usually means I take the box of cereal with me into the family room. If there’s milk left when I’ve eaten all the cereal, then I pour a little more cereal in and eat it with the milk that left. I do this until all the milk is gone.
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I will not take a bath. I can only shower. I gotta tell you if I were to walk in on someone sitting in a shower, I’d turn and run screaming. That’s some psycho shit!
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I must read in the bathroom even if I’m only going to be in there for a minute. If I really have to go and can’t pick up a publication, I’ll read the back of the Mentadent dispenser or something of the like. I won’t keep a magazine rack in the bathroom, however, because I think that’s tacky.
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My underwear have to match my outfit.
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I have lamps that accommodate three way light bulbs. If there’s only a regular light bulb in the lamp, you have to turn the switch-thingy twice to turn it on. Whenever I turn it off, I turn it twice so I only have to turn it once to turn it off. If my hubby turns it off (since he only turns it once) I go behind him and turn it once more.
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I correct people’s grammar mistakes under my breath. I have to clench my fists when people say hisself or use double negatives.
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I can’t drink water from a paper cup. Coffee and tea are fine, but not water.
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I must pause or stop the microwave using the appropriate buttons. If my food is finished cooking before the time I’ve allotted, I must clear the time off the clock. My hubby is constantly opening the microwave door in the middle of the cycle! It drives me batty!
That’s all I have for now. But at least I’m not freaks like you people!
I’ve been lurking for months, and this is the thread that finally convinced me to register and post. There’s no better way to introduce yourself to a group of strangers than to tell them how screwed up you are.
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When drinking coffee in a restaurant, I must peel the lid off the creamers carefully, leaving them attached by a narrow margin, fold the lid inside the plastic cup, and stack the cups tightly together once I’ve added three creamers to my coffee. The plastic tabs must align perfectly with each other. I must peel and stack the creamer cups of those I am dining with as well.
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If I am with people who use sugar packets, I must take their packets, insert the torn tab back into the packet, and fold the packet twice, lengthwise.
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When I unwrap a new stick of gum, I must fold the foil wrapper in half lenthwise, twice. I then tie the foil wrapper in a knot around the paper outer sheath, and throw it away.
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When I open a new pack of cigarettes, I must take the cellophane, fold it into a neat square, and wrap it tightly with the strip that’s pulled to open the pack. I then take the foil inner flap and wrap the cellophane tightly with it, neatly, without twisting. Only then can I throw it away.
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I must bite the filter on a cigarette while I pull for the first three drags. After that, I turn the cigarette 90 degrees, clockwise, and use my teeth to pinch it back into a somewhat cylindrical shape. If I take four drags without straightening the filter, I have to smoke the rest of the cigarette without pinching it back into shape. The next cigarette I smoke must not be pinched, to make up for the overpinching of the previous cigarette.
Good grief, that will more than suffice for a first post.
I must say, what a way to make an impression. I can honestly say that’s some of the most disturbingly anal behavior i’ve ever heard of. If you did that around me, i might be forced to smack you.
But i don’t want to rain on your first post. I’ll do for you what no one has yet done for me, and give you a big “Welcome” and all that stuff. (Do I sound bitter? Good!)
Among my oun crazies is that I cannot eat anything without inspecting it first.I must center a burger patty and cheese paper is cleaned and put back on the McMuffin.This is quite embarrising if I am at a friends house and get handed a sandwich.
I do not say the word snw.It seems speaking the word brings on the flakage. I’ve come up with any # of usefull substitutes. “Flakey white stuff” “crystalised percipitation” or simply "That Sht"
If I roll a “left handed cigarette” or pack a pipe I will not light it.Although I think this is more a dope etticuit(Damn spelling) thing than a weird quirk.
Happy Holidaze!!!
Originally posted by wevets
Also, I just realized that I seem to have this thing about washing dishes… I have to get started as soon as possible after I eat. Sometimes I start washing dishes before I eat (pots, pans & such). Does anyone else do that? **
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My Exhub did this.It drove me nuts.I got him to at least let the plates sit untill after dinner smokes were lit when company came but he would wash a pan as soon as the food went into the serving dish.
A Man who washes dishes is hard to come by and you can bet THIS was not the reason why we split up.
I do the same thing almost! I don’t exactly finger spell my thoughts, I just finger spell words that catch my attention. I’ve just started going to college, after a twelve year break, and I am constantly spelling interesting words from the lectures. When I was a teenager, my dad used to get very upset with me when I would do this because he thought I was cussing him out or something. The funny thing is that I am barely aware of doing it, and am usually taken by surprise when someone mentions it.
This is my first post, so I’m sorry if I’ve made any mistakes.
A few weird habits…
I carry about a dozen pens in my back-pack in a wide variety of colors. When I take notes in my notebook, I use a different color from whatever I used previously so each day doesn’t run together. Makes it easier to find stuff that way.
I too eatting my food one item at a time rather than a bite of this and a bit of that. Dear Abbey (or was it her sister?) indicates that person is organized.
This is the strangest of them all…I eat my candy two pieces at a time and always the same colors together. Even if I’m noshing on M&M’s where color doesn’t differentiate flavor, I do this.
If only the rest of my existance was this organized…
Patty
I do the tile counting too if I forgot to bring something to read or thhe need was too “pressing”. I also count all the letters in the brandname of the toilet or urinal to get me started… (1 a, 3 c’s, 4 n’s, etc…) Comes in handy durring uninalysis tests when someone’s watching you pee!
I do have OCD and I’ve gotta say…
man, I didn’t realize there were so many of us! 
[sub]Quite a few of mine have already been mentioned, but I’ll spare you the excruciatingly long list left…[/sub]
There are certain things I can only do backwards. Like jumprope- I will trip EVERY time if I throw the rope forwards.
And though I’m strongly right-handed, I cannot, for the life of me, drive a car or a bike with my right hand.
The latter is actually kind of handy, if I’m reaching for the cup-holder…
I’m very aware of symmetry. I have a thing about even numbers (can’t stand odd numbered things unless it’s divisible by 5.)
I fingerspell to myself. I type words on imaginary keyboards.
If I see a word or phrase and don’t realize it (I’m a speed reader with excellent vision. A lot goes in to my head that I don’t even have time to be aware of…) I will repeat the word or phrase to myself until I become aware what I am doing, then I MUST search the room until I find where the word or phrase came from.
I sit in the shower, too, but that’s just because I find the water on my head and back to be very relaxing.
I must have reading material in the bathroom.
I consider the feelings of inanimate objects, too. (What an interesting thing that there are so many of us.)
I mentally (only mentally) correct peoples’ grammar, spelling and word choice.
I am a packrat and will not throw away something that “I might need later…”
Hmmm, I’m sure there must be more, 'cause I kept going “that’s me…oh, yeah, I do that, too…wow, how weird, someone else like me…” but that’s all I can think of right now.
My first cash card when I was 11 had the number 580149406015351010 on the front. It’s replacement when I lost it was 580149406015351028.
I sometimes ‘step over’ passing cars. It’s quite hard to explain, but has something to do with avoiding the james bond-style projectile which could be fired sideways out of the wheels.
I count the number of gulps of a liquid I take; it must certainly be an even number and preferably ten. I’ve almost suffocated trying to follow this rule after sports. When drinking tea or coffe, I have to empty the cup with a complete mouthful and can’t stand to leave a paltry little sip. Unfortunately, this often means that if I judge that there’s insufficient liquid for two proper mouthfuls, I have to take all the liquid in one go and probably look a little odd filling my mouth while staring at the ceiling so as to maximise the amount of liquid I can hold in my mouth.
I cannot sleep if my face is too close to the wall. I really believe I can ‘feel’ the wall and must be at least a foot or so away, preferably with a protective arm inbetween my face and the wall.
I pretty much have a running commentary going on in my head every waking moment, often involving imaginary conversations with people in the same room which are odd/perverted/rude/nonsensical.
I once ‘beat’ deja vu, I really knew what was going to happen. It did, I suppose it was just chance, but it was one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever felt.
I love symmetry, and if I ever see a burger which is perfectly symmetrical, not only in terms of burger and bun, but also cheese/salad/mayo etc, I will have it frozen and encased in perspex or something. It would be wonderful.
It drives me nuts when something comes out of the printer with the graphics not perfectly aligned with the edge of the paper. 200 page document not quite straight? In the bin, let’s try again.
If the spine of a book is too creased or damaged, for me the book is ruined and must be thrown away. It certainly can’t be read. I try to read books by only opening them about 30 degrees or so so as not to damage the spine.
I hate stairs which have an odd number of steps and if I know in advance that a certain set of steps has an odd number of steps, it’s better to get the odd one out of the way earlier rather than at the bottom.
I hate those planes which have 2 rows of seats on one side and 3 on the other. I have visions of an irate pilot having to constantly correct the imbalance.
i don’t think its odd but i’ll add it to the list anyway. when sitting around at home, i pull my socks down so they’re hanging off my feet. this way my feet are still cozy and i dont have to deal with annoying elastics around my ankles. sure i could wear ankle socks but i’m a man. and that’s just not right. i guess my other peculiar habit is to think that monica lewinsky is kinda hot. there i said it. let the jokes begin.
I am always losing things.
But I always find something in the last place I look.
does this happen to anyone else?
Well, let’s see. I usually spell words three letters at a time, regardless of where the syllable breaks are. E.g.:
R-E-G, A-R-D, L-E-S, S
Instead of:
R-E, G-A-R-D, L-E-S-S
Trust me, it throws people off completely.
Ever since telling my therapist about weird stuff going on with me and having him say that I may be schizophrenic, I’ve been “attacked” with paper cuts. On my eyes.
I know, they’re not real paper cuts, but they exist so vividly in my mind that I can’t help but grab at my eyes and whimper because it hurts so bad. One day it was so terrible (in the middle of my Psych class) that I wanted to scream and tear my eyes out.
I have many “odd” habits…I sign to music while I’m driving, yes it is quite dangerous. I have to wear sandles with toe-socks. I don’t know why…but I do. I am different than some of the others here…I can’t eat all of one food at one time. I have to “mix it up” I talk to trees and inanamit <—my spelling is really bad) objects when I’m bored, even if there are people around to talk to. I also sign to myself. I sing when I’m walking around school. I am just very strange. 