Who has a strange habit(s)? You know, that little thing you do, that is solely yours.
When I stop by the bar after work, I always order a draft beer. And I always have the bartender put a few cherries in my beer. The cherries don’t change the taste of the beer, nor does the beer change the taste of the cherries. I don’t know why or when I started this habit, but everyone at the bar knows the beer with the cherries belongs to me.
Does anyone else have any strange habits? (that they are not ashamed to mention here)
Whenever I eat a sandwhich that’s been wrapped in tin foil or wax paper, I fold all four sides of the paper forming a square before I take the first bite.
Funny thing, this internet. I grew up in Beaufort, SC, where that was filmed. I was in 8th grade at the time, and I was friends with Pat Conroy’s younger brother, Tom, who later committed suicide. Know the family. “Met” Gweneth Paltrow as she was there with her mom. My dad was also a jarhead, as was I.
I’m constantly making expanding chiasmic rhythms with my toes, teeth (side to side), fingers, eyes, etc.
Chiasmus: a b b a
Expanded:
a b b a
b a a b
b a a b
a b b a
And then you can expand it even farther, taking the quatrain above as a unit, and so on ad infinitum, of course. I’ve been doing this as long as I can remember. I recall several specific instances of doing it in kindergarten (25 years ago).
It’s from the same toxic junk food family as “Twinkies.”
It’s white Twinkie-like frosting between two thin chocolate cake layers all in a very thin chocolate coating. About 4-5" in diameter and 1/2" thick. (Not a recommeded food, really.)
Being a black, round disk, if you take three bites evenly spaced around it, it looks like the Bat Signal.
I don’t tend to use my ring and pinky fingers for much. When I’m grabbing things, I usually use only the thumb, forefinger and middle. I wave like that, too, with only the first two fingers. I don’t know why. I always feel a little ridiculous, too, once I’ve waved at someone and I realise that I didn’t use all my fingers.
Hey! I got to ring the bells in the belltower of the Cathederal in St. David in Wales. They have ten bells and they do a pattern that’s something like that, I think. Anyway, if you’re in Britain, stop by St. David on the Pembroke Coast. Evidently it’s about the only place in the world where strangers are allowed to ring real cathederal bells.
I bang my thumb ring on things. I didn’t even realize it until I lost the ring, and…no noise! I had to get another ring to wear so I wouldn’t be so messed up.
I also sit on the floor in front of my locker and throw my lunch into the little cubby at the top. I almost always make it.
I throw things in the air and spin them around and catch them. I almost always catch them, anyway.
Spinning. Started with pens. Moved on to the remote, silverware. Now everything that’s larger one one side is a potential spin subject. Cell phone, watch, wallet, tennis shoes, anything that happens to be on my hands. Most people are amazed, then annoyed by it. I can’t help myself.
I eat hamburgers in a spiral. I can’t stand to eat the middle until the edges are gone. I started this sometime in high school, for what I’m sure was a very good reason.