OOH I though of another one as soon as I got in my car this morning. Sunglasses never EVER fit me right. I think one of my ears is much higher than the other, because I’ve never tried on a pair of sunglasses that sits horizontal on my face. They always are higher on one side, or sit crookedly somehow. I just buy a pair with wire frames and bend them to fit my weird head, but that’s always bothered me.
I hate soft drinks and chewing gum. Can’t stand the stuff.
I turn all the spines on my books inwards, towards the back of the bookshelf.
I frequently and quite matter-of-factly talk to myself (carrying on long conversations out loud).
My right ankle has some sort of inherited structural weakness, so yes, occasionally, I will trip over my own feet while walking.
I have a fuzzy mole on my right cheek.
Do I win anything?
It’s a subconscious thing. Even if a finished plate is handed to me, I’ll turn it so the peas are right in front. Finishing those, I turn the plate and eat the carrots, and so on and so forth. And the whole “served on a bed of whatever” thing, I just ask for the whatever to be served on the side. Weird, huh?
Ah, that’s all well and good, but do you recognize that one should never, ever take the top newspaper from a stack of newspapers? Well, let me tell you about Top Newspaper Contamination. It’s not enough to avoid the top one: one should dig down deep, preferably from the very middle of the pile. Yet, remember the perilous scourge of TNC’s evil twin: Bottom Newspaper Contamination!
Thanks. Now I’m scarred for life. :eek:
Yes, I know about that - and there’s also Front Magazine Contamination, too.
Never take the front or top product. It’s contaminated.
Pediatrician found the heart being in the wrong place when I was 5 years old. I thought that was all until I was 18 & was hospitalized with a bad case of mono. They did a dye test on me (because they thought my spleen was HUGE) & discovered the rest (like it was my LIVER that they had been probing & not my spleen). :eek:
That’s funny. That is the question that I remember the people who crowded into see that dye test I mentioned above here were asking me at the time.
No, I am not left handed (although I am left-eye dominant). I have no idea about the correlation between the condition and handedness, so I really can’t answer the other part.
I can’t stand bell peppers.
I grow as many varieties of hot pepper as I can, and consume them at an insane rate. Can’t get enough of them. (Need to make a new batch of hot sauce too! I’ve used a full quart in less than a year.)
You people are weird. 
I’m kinda bummed that I can’t come up with anything. I think I’m totally normal until someone points out something like “Walnuts aren’t supposed to blister your tongue”
How was I supposed to know?
One of my feet is larger than the other, which makes shoe shopping inconvenient.
My feet crack and pop audibly a lot (and have since I was a little kid -moreso then, actually). I can make them do so at will.
I have had weird sleep issues all my life. I used to not be able to sleep except when it was light outside (in high school). I always seem to sleep a lot more than others. I am very active in my sleep and use a large number of pillows to confine myself so I don’t tear all of the sheets off or fall out of bed.
I think I daydream a lot more than the average person, typically in storyline form (and not always pleasant). I even daydream when I am playing video games and stuff - it’s like it’s almost always going on in the background. Almost all of my musical tastes are built around music that will not interrupt my daydreams. They aren’t fantasies, either. Often they don’t even include me.
Oh yes, I subscribe to Top Newspaper and Bottom Newspaper Contamination. Doesn’t everyone?
First, for my shared weirdness:
-My food can’t touch.
-My feet point outward like duck feet.
-I play Tetris with the bathroom floor tiles.
-I sort my M&M’s and Skittles (but then eat them in reverse order of preference - I always end with red on both).
For the new ones (I think):
-I can only wink one eye. My left eye winks just fine, but I can’t wink my right. I can blink both together though.
-I can’t whistle.
-I hate nuts in their pure nut forms, but I love peanut butter (smooth only).
-I can’t eat eggs as a dish on their own without gagging. I’m not allergic since I can eat them when they’re an ingredient in cakes and such, but I think it’s the smell of cooked eggs that’s too horrible for me to bear.
I am apparently such a weird person, that even people who have known and loved me for decades, including my very own grandparents, still often look at me and remark, “You’re very weird.”
I am infamous among my friends and family for my amoeba impression. It mostly consists of me throwing a blanket over my head, crouching in a ball on the floor, and moving very fluidly around the room calling, “Mmmmwaaaap! Mwwwaaaaap!”
I think bugs are awesome–the more legs, the better. I’m a special big fan of large, hairy spiders. Ditto for snakes, frogs, sea anemones, seaslugs, and anything that’s alive that doesn’t look like it actually should be alive (trench-living tubeworms come to mind.) And while I definitely have a passion for the biology and mechanics that makes these little critters tick, the fascination is hardly analytical. I react to slugs on the sidewalk the way your average 8-year-old would to a fluffy puppy. On my honeymoon I was thrilled to find Florida is populated with these fat, wide, brown slugs. I spent the majority of our trip to Orlando screeching, “I touched it! I touched it and it hugged my finger! Did you see, Dominic, did you see?”
Since we’re on the subject of “Squishy things” – I love squishy, tentacled things. For those of you who have ever played Final Fantasy video games, Flans are an excellent example of the kind of creature that gets me excited. I am also crazy about Cthulhu. I have seen epic drawings of Cthulhu that make me so happy I cannot stand it. If something like Cthulhu actually ever ravaged the planet, I would be the first casualty, because I’d be standing in front of it screaming, “Don’t be afraid! I LOVE YOU!!!”
In this vein, my favorite part of the movie “Labyrinth” were the plants that had long stalks with eyeballs on the end of them. I don’t remember a damn thing about that movie except the eyeball plants.
I’m also fond of making shit up constantly. Once when my husband was sick I wasn’t able to snuggle with him for days. This led to a long and drawn out explanation of how the cells in my body were so depressed that their nuclei had retreated into solitude to watch old movies and eat ice cream. By the end of the week my nuclei were downright suicidal and had their heads in ovens. Dom’s response to this was: “Never, EVER teach a biology class.”
The interesting thing about my weirdness is that it’s completely undetectable to the average person. I come off as very rational, intelligent, and mature. But behind closed doors… yeesh.
olivesmarch4th , I think you won the thread. Please allow me to speak on behalf of the other weirdo biology fiends on board and say “I for one, welcome our new unicellular overlord!”
From this post, I am assuming that you’ve never tried any illegal drugs? I haven’t either, which I think is highly unusual, and which I KNOW makes me a gigantic dork. I’ve never even smoked pot. I don’t have anything against it, really, I just never wanted to.
I could track some down if I wanted to, I think, so you win. 
Is it really that dorky? I have never done illegal drugs, either, but I didn’t realize that was weird. I’ve sat in rooms with people smoking pot, I’ve lived with people who snort cocaine off their living room table (an, um, interesting result of rooming blind in college), but I’ve never had a desire to touch the stuff. That’s why I don’t understand all the hype about kids giving in to “peer pressure.” I never once had anyone say to me, “OMG you’re such a loser for not doing drugs!” They were too busy getting high to care. Nobody ever made it into a big deal, so I guess I just don’t see it as that big a deal.
Nope, I haven’t. I found out while walking through Haight-Ashbury that I am very allergic to pot smoke, too.
Well, as long as we’re letting it all hang out,
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I am an S&M/B&D fetishist. I have a ‘top’ who I get together with once every so often (used to be a lot more frequently) who ties me up, gags me, and subjects me to punishments - tickling, electroshocks, slapping, once or twice we even did breath control).
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I’m an urban gay cowboy. Every Saturday night I get in my cowboy duds (boots, stetson & snap-shirt) and go two-stepping / line dancing at a dance studio in Chelsea. I’m gettin’ pretty good at it if I do say so myself. (I was into long before ‘Brokeback Mountain’ came out - I swear.)
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I’m a compulsive list-maker. Every so often when I’m trying to do some writing, or just plain bored, I’ll scribble down lists of odd trivia like, say, the names of every single member of the Mighty Avengers or JLA, or every single album & single (in chronological order) by musicians / bands I like, or all the characters from ‘Twin Peaks’, or whatever useless, obscure topic I can think of.
There are a lot of weird things about me (just ask my husband) but one of the oddest is that I don’t play games. Any games really - I’ve never played Monopoly, nor chess, nor any video games. I just don’t get the whole concept; any time I’m actually using my brain I’d better be getting paid for it. Also, I can never be bothered to remember the rules.
Oh, and I worked for Atari, where there were free coin-op game machines all over. I was - and am - completely and utterly uninterested.