Tell me something weird about yourself

In My Humble Opinion
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I can exhale out of my eye.

OK. Thats a bit of an exaggeration.

Let me explain. I can blow air out of the corner of my eye if I plug my nose and close my mouth. I can then force air throw one of them there tear tube things. I don’t know if its healthy or not (probably not) but it freaks people out. I haven’t done it for ages now. I think some other people can do it too.
Did I mention I have an uncanny ability to make women orgasm? I guess I had a far better batting average than any other guys that the women I was seeing had previously been with.

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I’m think I’m allergic to Pizza Hut’s peppermints. Every time I suck on one I sneeze exactly 3 times. Then I’m fine.

Oh, there is one thing I can do that people seem to think is weird. I can pop my hips out of socket… and NO, it’s not useful during sex! I don’t know how many people have asked me this when they see me pop my hip out of socket… they must think it makes me extra bendy or something. I can only do it when I’m standing up.

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I’ve heard of people who could do that. Once I was watching this Guinness Book of World Records show and they had a couple of guys compete to see who could shoot a stream of milk the furthest out of their tear ducts… they discovered this ability of ‘exhaling’ out their eye when in the pool and underwater (of course) and they found they could send other substances beyond air through their tear ducts by putting liquid up their nose then plugging it and holding their breath… It was pretty gross watching them do this cuz they did an up close shot on the show and you could see the milk coming out of their tear ducts… shudders

But at least you now know you might have a chance of getting in the book!

Now my weird thing. This might be a little TMI but in light of the sex toys post it might not.

I love the rain… I love how it cleanses the earth and everything. Everytime it rains I get this strange urge… I get the urge to tear off all my clothes and run naked in the rain, allowing it to cleanse my body and soul as it does the earth. I haven’t had the chance to do it yet though. If I ever get a place where I can do it without fear of getting charged with indecent exposure… I’m going for it.

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I think you’ve seen too many herbal essences commercials :smiley:

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I’ve had this urge since before Herbal Essences came out… or at least had the commercials like that. I’ve felt this way since I was a little kid.

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Whenever I’m in a meeting I imagine myself suddenly propelled upward at breakneck speed, crashing through the ceiling and rocketing up into the clouds, or alternately, falling through a huge hole in the floor that magically opens up beneath me. Or farting with such unbelievable force that it knocks me through the back wall leaving a cuautemhoc-shaped hole and a pile of rubble. And everyone’s wringing their hands, tearing their hair out and going “Why, god? Why?”

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Ya know, it’s raining over here now…

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Do I have the chance of not getting arrested for indecent exposure?

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That’s just begging to be used as a sig.

Now, for my weirdness. My knees bend backwards. Not real far, but just enough to make people gasp when I do it.

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I had one like this, I ripped the cord out and filled the little hole left with liquid latex. It’s waterproof now.

I sing to myself. That’s not actually weird in itself, but I turn the radio off and make up silly little songs. I only do this on really long drives or in real bad traffic. On my way back from NC over Memorial weekend (7 hour trip) about 4 hours into it I starting singing to myself about how my left butt cheek was asleep. I was cracking myself up. People in traffic always look at me like I am strange.

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Hmm . . .

I can hold myself parallel to the ground.

I can make myself vibrate, though I’ve been told this is not uncommon.

And I dumpster-dive. Those of you who are curious are cordially invited to go to my.fool.com and read some of the posts in “dumpster divers”. And if you have more questions, email me.

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FairyChatMom: I also see patterns. As I’m reading any amount of text, I’m mentally breaking it up into shapes. I’m also counting the number of lines on the page that form a vertical equivalent of the line’s width, i.e. a square. I also divide that number in two, so I know how many lines it takes to make half a square, or two half-sized squares side by side. If I run across a paragraph that has that many lines, I feel an odd satisfaction.

Closely related, when I chew my food, I compulsively make sure the food is chewed an equal number of times on each side of my mouth. Three chews on the right, shift to left, chew chew chew, to the right, chew chew, to the left, chew chew, and so on. If I swallow before evening it out, I chew the next bite a little bit more on the “neglected” side.

xizor: I also plan escapes, sort of. I have a minor obsession with earthquakes, so whenever I enter a room for the first time, I spend several seconds evaluating the space and deciding what I would do if a quake hit. Under that table? Against that wall? Let’s see, that light fixture will be a problem, that picture’s likely to come off the wall, gotta stay away from that plate glass window… “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

And on a completely different note: The left side of my body is partially numb. Start at the armpit, come forward in an arc between my nipple and “cleavage,” circle down and back along the last rib, around to the back, and straight up to the armpit. That whole area is partially numb – imagine the feeling of your foot falling asleep, then waking up, just before the infernal tingling begins – due to a spinal block I had done for lung surgery. That was 12 years ago, and it didn’t heal properly.

Oh, and of course… :slight_smile:

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I can shake my eyes back and forth really fast. I was in a technology class this year, and we were messing around with video cameras one day, and a friend of mine zoomed in really close to my eye, and I shook them. Scared the hell out of him, he almost dropped the 800$ camera on the floor, hehe :slight_smile:

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I also automatically sort things into patterns. I will go to great lengths to find patterns. Becaues I know if I can’t find a pattern, I’ll either have to get up and rearrange something (ie, pictures, cds, etc) or completely leave the room if it’s something I can’t rearrange.

I hate socks. I hate them with the heat of a thousand burning suns. I cannot stand people wearing socks w/o shoes around me. I can’t stand the way they feel against my skin. I can’t stand the sound they make when rubbed against cloth or the rug. It sets my teeth on edge and gives me goosebumps. It’s like the reaction some people have fingernails scratching a chalkboard. Oddly enough the chalkboard thing doesn’t bother me at all.

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Kick-ass! I have a 1950s lifestyle: I work for a company that builds nuclear missiles and I indulge freely and without irony in the techno-geek ethos. My favorite book is The Right Stuff. My favorite movie is…The Right Stuff. My idea of a good time is to hang around with the old-timers at work and get them to tell stories about the good old days when we built the Titan boosters and the launch vehicle for the Manned Orbiting Laboratory (before it got cancelled). In the movie “Apollo 13”, I was equally interested in the space scenes and the family/social scenes. My secret shame is my hope that there will be another Cold War (the Chinese this time) and the military procurement machine will crank up to life again.

I do my engineering calculations with one of a number of vintage slide rules in my collection. I have a “buzz-cut”. If I ever need glasses, they will be horn-rims. I frequently consider buying a black 1962 Cadillac to complete the lifestyle. It is my opinion that the pinnacle of human achievement was reached in July 1969, and the downhill drop is getting faster and faster. If I get laid off, it’ll be a real-life version of Falling Down. I’ll be the Michael Douglas character, of course…do you want to be my Barbara Hershey?

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I can’t sit with my back to a door -
drives me insane.

I tear up my food before I eat it. Bagels,sandwiches,pizza,etc, get torn into bite size bits.

I’m always cracking my neck.

When I have a dilemma and am not sure what to do,I’ll put in a cd,hit shuffle and see what hints the song played gives. For example, if I’m wondering if a guy likes me and the song “Love Buzz” comes on first,I’ll take that as a good sign.

I’m usually reading two books at a time.

When I email people-even close friends-I always use proper grammar and punctuation. I can be playing with someone and still will spell-check.

I hate tomatoes. I can choke down the cooked ones but fresh and raw? Gag me.I do eat the vegetables people hate like lima beans,greens of all kinds,aparagus,artichokes,etc.

I can’t eat poultry off the bone. If it’s that way I pull the meat off and discard the bones. That comes from owning a conure and a cockatiel.

I let my conure-if he’s good-sit on my shoulder and groom my hair.

I let my gecko out and let him climb up to the ceiling. I’ll give him an hour of wall/ceiling fun and then chase him with a broom until I can catch him.

I once had phone sex in the corn field by my place of employment.

Since I was told it was unprofessional to give my montior the finger while on a bad call, I now give it the Hardy Boyz “gunz” gesture-make gun shapes with both hands and point them at your temples.

I have a collage of pictures of Kurt Cobain in my cube at work. About 75% of the pics show him smiling.

One of my overheads at work is dedicated to the WWF. Action figures (the Hardyz,Trips,Y2J and Austin-juat need Cactus Jack and Spike Dudley),a flag,an Austin beanie baby and Big Dog’s “Steve Pawstin”.

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No sex toys though…

Me, too. Mmmmm. Artichokes, brussel sprouts, broccoli. I have tried making myself eat tomatoes, but they make my stomach turn.

Something weird about me…hmmm. I am kinda obsessed with Disney stuff. Not too much, but enough that my sister calls me if she has a question about something Disney.

I am kinda obsessed with the bands Placebo and Orgy. I don’t know why, but I think it is a phase. I think the guys in these bands are cute. I have pics of Placebo taped in my armoire. These are it. hee, hee Yes, Steve… Oh, and I like their music, too.

Many have heard this before, but I have never been on a date. I guess I am too interesting to get to know.:wink:

I have never been to a concert. I think I would be kinda bored looking, even if I had a good time. I don’t know why.

I will be 21 years old in October and guess what I will be doing for my birthday? Alcohol? No. Vegas? No. I will be going to Disneyland. Yup. No alcoholic beverages(they make me sick just smelling them) and I don’t fancy losing my money, I would rather just spend it and get something back. My parents are confused. My sis and friends want to take me out drinking, but I am afraid that it would be pointless.

Oh, and I hate driving. I had my permit for a while, then let it expire. I have had driving lessons, but didn’t pass the test. Didn’t care. Do I have a low self esteem prob? I just feel bad for whoever has to drive me places.:frowning:

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I live with my parents.
I have their pics in my armoire because if my mom saw them she would start to worry about me. You see, I have never really gone through a rebellious stage, and I think it is all catching up to me now. :confused:

I know I have more weird stuff hiding about somewhere…

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-I always sneeze when I pluck my eyebrows.

-If I see a pictures that isn’t hung straight, I fix it. I do in other people’s homes, hotels, restaurants, etc.

-I know all the words to Copa Cabana.

-I greet my two goldfish when I get home from work.

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I have 2 sets of nipples, count em. 1 . 2 . 3 . 4. A wee little extra pair just at the bottomr of my ribcage. It runs in the family. My uncle has 6, my cousin has 3.

But this is the wierdest thing about me. I hate eating. it’s a chore. You’ve got to chew and chew and oh it just makes my jaws ache. I wish I could stop and I avoid it at all costs, till my stomach starts throwing its weight around. This all started in college when one day I noticed that I hadn’t eaten in 3 days.

I also do the candy thing where I sort them by colors. All candies and then I eat them in a specific order. For m&ms it was dark brown, light brown, red, orange, green.

When I do get around to eating a dinner with more then 1 type of food I eat it in order too, clockwise. That type of food at 1 o’clock, I’ll eat it all, and continue clockwise. When I’m done I’ll drink my drink.

I was born in 1974 in a small shack on the island of Hawaii. The shack measured 6ft by 4 ft. My dad built it so my mother wouldn’t have to give birth in a tent. I still can’t believe the doctor made the housecall! Every year on my birth a pu’eo would fly over my house, or at least that’s what my dad says.

And this one is really time consuming. If I touch something with a finger on my right hand, I must touch it with the corresponding finger on my left hand. If I don’t I feel pressure in my left hand until I go ahead and do it. The amount of touching must remain even. Thank goodness I don’t have to do this while typing.

OK, that’s it for now, taa