Tell me something weird about yourself

In My Humble Opinion
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Good lord! I am mildly OCD (I’d never even know if my dad weren’t a shrink) and this thread is giving me all sorts of ideas!

I already have some weird ones. I eat Skittles, M&Ms, Smarties, and most other circular candies exactly like Crunchy Frog.

I can’t stand things pointing at my eye. If there is a pen in the penholder on my desk pointing at my eye, I have to move it. I fear that I will fall or something and it will impale me.

NOTHING may touch my neck or collarbones–even boyfriends. I really don’t know why. If something touches my neck, or I think about something touching it, or something touching someone else’s neck I have to rub it from my voice box to my sternum with the backs of my fingers until I am better.

I don’t like my thumb just hanging out in the open, so I will make a fist with my thumb enclosed so it won’t be hanging about. But, having trained in martial arts for 7 years, I realize that if I need to sock someone, I would break my thumb, so I have to release my thumb. Then the cycle repeats.

I’ve got so many others, but this post is long and I am tired. :slight_smile:

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I, too, eat the outside coating on candy before the inside–M&Ms, Three Musketeers, Snickers, etc. Strangely, it must be some sort of chocolate-related candy.

I get physically ill if I smell melting butter (margarine is fine but real butter–urp!) or lamb chops cooking.

I cannot stand the sound of someone scratching themselves. Either through clothing or on bare skin (although, through clothing is worse)–it makes my skin crawl and makes me angry.

Anytime I’m in a situation like a meeting or a waiting room with several other people and it’s quiet, I always imagine what it would be like if a bomb went off. Not a nuclear ending-life-as-we-know-it bomb, just a small turn-the-break-room-into-a-makeshift-triage-area bomb. I have no idea why but I do it every time without fail.

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Wow! I think I’m in love! :wink:

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Owwww… and here I thought getting kicked in the nuts at the dojo was painful.

Hmmm, so what’s weird about me? I post on this strange site called the SDMB. Oh you mean besides that? I’m always imagining how I would deal with attackers. I scan the room and figure out what would make a good weapon, where the good exits are, where good ambush spots are, etc. When I’m in the car by myself I tend to make odd noises and babble and stuff. I do this to a lesser extent if J is in the passenger seat, but she doesn’t mind. I have long hair, and I’m constantly undoing and redoing my ponytail. It bugs me when weird lumps of hair stick out instead of lying flat against my head. I tend to break a lot of bandy thingies. Whenever I have a big eraser I poke little holes in it with my pencil, and sometimes drill big holes all the way through.

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Mint makes me throw up.

Chocolate ice-cream makes me horny.

I take my fries with mayo, not ketchup.

I won’t eat crackers in the shape of animals. (As opposed to a friend of mine who must eat the heads off all her chocolate bunnies first.)

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I have a broken nose too! I broke it when I was 6 months old. Whenever I turn over during sleep, I literally jump. When I was 6 months, I jumped while turning over and hit my nose on the “bumper” of the crib. I didn’t bleed or anything. My Mom didn’t even know about it until she took me to the Dr. He asked her if she had dropped me (which could explain a lot).
I couldn’t have it fixed until my face stopped growing, but I haven’t had it fixed yet. It’s not that bad, so what if I have a piece of bone jutting out into my nostril? The only times it bugs me is when I’m sick (I snore and the bone scratches my sinus, and I sometimes bleed).

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Ok Tucker - I’ll be sure to get you a wav file copy of that one for when you’re craving those middle of the night “creepy” sensations. heh.

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Please do! I guess that’s what’s weird about me. I like women that have strange habits and enjoy weirding people out.

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Home of the Braves:

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on there, buddy. I never said I have a broken nose, and as far as I know I don’t (I’m pretty sure I’d remember something like that). I have no explanation for why my nose is the way it is, but it’s not due to a broken nose.

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Cats.

If I walk by a cat on the street, I have to stop and try to entice it over to me. I’m very good at this.

If I succeed, I have to skritch it until I get an audible purring noise. I’m very good at this too.

I’ve stopped to pet cats even when I’ve been running for a train. What can I say? I like cats.

Annoyingly, we’re not allowed pets in our apartment, so I don’t own one; hence the need to pet everyone else’s cats, I guess.

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I’m a bit afraid of heights.

If I can’t see through the floor, even if I’m way high up on a wobbly plywood scaffold with dubious railings, I’m mostly okay with that. However, I can hardly stand to walk on grating, you know, where you can see the ground fifty feet down, right under your feet. My palms sweat and my knees get shakey, and I can’t walk very fast. It’s very embarassing.

I am also uncomfortable looking down from high places over a railing, like off a roof or a balcony or whatever, not because I’m afraid of the railing giving way and I’ll fall, but because I have this irrational fear that my glasses will fall off my face. I’m not intellectually bothered by it, nor am I paralyzed by my fear, but I become hyperconscious of the effect of gravity on my glasses–I can feel how they aren’t resting firmly on my nose, and the extra pressure on the backs of my ears, and this makes me very uneasy.

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I talk to myself a lot when I’m alone. When I’m really happy, I sing.
When I get really angry, I find myself swearing in different languages without really being aware that I’m doing it…“Stronzo hijo 'e puta shiesskopf!”.
I like nuts (peanuts, hazelnuts, almonds etc), but not in anything like cake,ice cream, cookies, or bread. I do like chocolate covered nuts, though (peanut m&ms, yum!). I think it’s a combination of the texture of the nuts in the cookie/cake/whatever that turns me off, and the fact that my mother used to put walnuts in baked goods, and they can be kinda sharp-tasting sometimes, and that really put me off walnuts.

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So Mint Chocolate Chip . . . ?

GDRLH

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Well, lessee:

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[li] Any task I’m doing, I quickly analyze it to make sure I’m using as little time as possible to do it, i.e. make sure I’m doing it the most efficiently. Like when I make a recipe, I make sure I get everything out the spice cupboard that I need all at one time, then I’ll get all the fridge stuff out, etc. etc.[/li][li] I can burp on command.[/li][li] I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue (don’t know if this qualifies as weird).[/li][li] I won’t wash with a bar of soap if it has pubic hair on it, even if it’s mine. I have to pick it off first.[/li][li] I pull all the toppings off a piece of pizza, eat them, then eat the crust (which is the best part, of course).[/li][li] I can fold my tongue in half and also make a tube out of it.[/li][/ul]
I’m sure I’ve got more somewhere ::patting pockets, looking befuddled:: My husband is always telling me how weird I am.

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I may have all of you beat. I’m a total whack job.

-I’m totally addicted to No-Doz.

-When bored, I create make believe sports leagues, write them down on paper, then write their won-loss records. I flip a coin to determine playoff winners.

-After my wife goes to bed on the weekends, I stay up until 2 or 3 am drinking beer eating Cheez-its playing video games or playing on the computer, or reading a book.

-On weekends I eat Vanilla cookies for breakfast

-I pass out immediately when doing any sort of bloodwork.

-I get extremely nervous when leaving stores or libraries and going through the metal detectors not because I’m stealing anything, but because I am convinced deadly rays are passing through my body.

-I can’t watch the Dukes of Hazzard because as a child I had a nightmare that Satan was coming up from the floor to get me and take me to hell while watching the show and have been traumatized ever since.

-I can’t sit with my back to the door at a restaurant. I’m terrified I will miss something, or that I will be attacked from behind by God-knows-who. Also, I hate eating in restaurants that don’t serve alcohol. Except diners, where no matter what time of the day it is, I always have pancakes, eggs, toast, decaffeinated coffee, and . . . Sprite.

-I get really really freaked out whenever some stranger starts staring at me. I’ve been known to confront people in public places over this when I was younger, I’m much calmer and less of a dick now.

-It is possible for me to go through up to five changes of clothing in one day.

-When driving, I must ALWAYS have bottled water available.

And I didn’t get to the weird stuff yet!
I have no idea how my wife puts up with my shit.

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I will not wear sandals, or any other shoes that I cannot move quickly in. It’s because of this fear I have that the one time I’m wearing flip-flops, there will be some emergency requiring me to run. The couple of times I’ve had to give first aid at accidents have only reinforced this policy.

I also hate to be watched when I’m brushing my teeth. It’s probably because if the dental voyeur were to say something very clever to me, I’d be unable to respond.

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I can make a digeree-doo sound without the aid of a digeree doo. Good for scaring little kids.

I count the rubber buttons on my remote control incessantly with my thumb in a rapid fashion, even though there are always 38 buttons. I have even worn off the writing on the buttons I seldom use.

When stopped at a stop light I tap the brake to the rhythm of the tunes, except on hills. I’m a drummer.

brother rat, I too can burp at will, if I do it repeatedly it sounds like a toilet plunger in action.

When I eat popcorn by myself I toss the half-popped kernels in the bowl and savour them at the end.

I too have a broken nose. One morning after a drunken fist fight with an old friend I noticed a pain in my nose. I found a new little lump of bone in my left nostril, and a new void in my right, and I had to train myself not to mistake the lump for a booger.

I don’t use shampoo or conditioner.

I won’t eat over 1000 calories in one sitting.

I can make a clover shape with my tongue.

I believe in a god(pretty scary, huh?)

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Malkavia, small world. I used to work at Castle Boutique in their online dept. They DO sell waterproof vibrators, but it’s considered a special feature. Look around the store selection pretty thoroughly, or ask one of the clerks to show you the selection. Unfortunately, I don’t think any of the stores have them in a special section, but I guarantee you won’t faze the staff in the least. That’ll probably be their most innocuous request of the day.