People who use big words like idiocyncratic, when you can use a word or words that evry normal person can understand.
idiocyncratic? It’s not even in my dictionary.
Oh, piffle. (That one may not be in your dictionary either.) Something unique to you, until you hear differently here, that is basically stupid but helps you through everyday life.
Anyway, I have them in very large numbers. These are only the ones I can think of off the top of my head.
At dinner, I always eat each dish separately (which is to say, each food item, not each serving utensil). I start on one thing, finish it, move on to the next thing, finish it, etc. Also, I usually only eat two meals a day instead of three.
Like TVeblen, I also talk to myself in my car. I also sing and drum on the steering wheel. My radio is broken, so it’s that or nothing.
Also like TVeblen, I agonize over inconsistencies in books and movies, especially scientific errors. I con’t stand it when writers don’t understand the science they’re trying to use to further the plot, like the Star Trek:Voyager episode where they escaped from a black hole by cutting a hole in the event horizon. Aaaaaaaaargh!
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Yepper, I blew the spelling. And after droning on about proofreading menus. What can I say, if I were normal would I be here, wondering about this stuff or even caring?
Well, I talk to myself a lot. I don’t argue with myself anymore, though. I have a habit of putting together emergency kits. I have dozens of them, for different types of emergencies. I am not talking about a dime store first aid kit, either. Each one is an exercise in balance between total preparedness, and portability.
I have a first aid kit that has suture sets, and sterile field packs, I V set, and Normal Saline drip and such. I have space blankets and a special wilderness still for survival. (and a bag of fatwood in my car, wrapped in a tent and blankets.) I have a complete set of hardware for reconnecting pretty much any electronic thing to any other electronic thing. I have a tire patch kit, including stem and valve replacements. I have a complete infant nutrition and hydration supply. This includes sterile bottles, clean infant clothing, diapers, formula, and newborn through toddler food. The toddler spoon is temperature sensitive, and turns color if the food is too hot. There hasn’t been a baby here in a few years, and I have to replace the food items every year or so.
I have a picnic basket with a complete dinner for two, with linen and sterling and china and crystal place settings, and three very nice wines. (This includes candles, napkin rings, several nice volumes of poetry.) I don’t even date anymore!
Don’t even ask about my locker at work. It is a legend. It’s only about four cubic feet, but it even has birthday cake candles in it. (and a copy of the fair labor practices standards act of 1989.)
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I go into second hand stores and thrift shops and spend half my grocery money on ancient record albums, sometimes just for the goofy cover art. Also I am compelled, no, driven to buy Hawaiian shirts, tho these are scarce nowdays. Also white cotton lacy blouses, the kind with seed pearls and ruffles made in India - or - white or ecru antique=y looking silk ladylike blouses. Closet’s full, no place or occasion to wear them.
It’s not even in my dictionary.