Tell me something weird about yourself

I forgot a few things.

NOBODY can touch me on my back right near my armpit. I punched a boyfriend in my sleep when he did this. I broke his nose. It was not a nice thing.

I sing constantly. I will sit in my office and sing along with the radio while at work; if I have the radio turned off, I will sing whatever comes into my head.

I always have to have my extra house and car key with me, ‘just in case’.

I have a whole whack of shoes. I like shoes.

This was just pointed out to me a few weeks ago - I check the backs on my earrings about every 15 minutes or so, to see if they’ve worked themselves loose. They’re diamond solitaire studs and very expensive; I lost one and had a bitch of a time with the insurance adjuster. (I’m an insurance broker. They’re not nice to anyone.)

I used to go through my text books and put in the missing ‘u’ in colour, flavour, neighbour, honour…

Ginger

I can break a large apple in perfect halves with my hands. I can also often catch a pigeon in my bare hands. Just walkin’ down the street.

Jill, you are unassailably cool. You are my new hero. :smiley:

I can move my eyes independantly of each other, so I’m looking in 2 different directions. I can fit my whole fist in my mouth. I can burp on purpose too. I can roll on to the outside edges of my feet until they are at right angles to my legs. I can twist my elbows so my arms look like they’re on backwards.

I also correct spelling in my textbooks, I even go so far as to replace ‘Z’ with ‘S’ in words like ‘realise’.

Yep, I’m just an all-around freak!

I can put my palms flat on the floor when doing “toe-touches.”

I often fill in all the enclosed spaces in letters and numbers in books. I like the way it looks.

I’m still only on the first page of the whole thread so I’m not sure if this has been mentioned before, but I have just the place for you.

In Iceland there is this special day in the summer called Jónsmessunótt. A lot of people strip naked and roll in the dew and/or rain if it happens to be raining.
At the very least you’re still naked outdoors and can bathe in natural water.
I guess it’s a bit of a long shot to comer all the way to Iceland in the hope that it’s raining at the moment everyone is rolling in the dew, but I just had to mention it anyway. :smiley:
— G. Raven

1.) I hate sitting with my back to a room.
2.) I can crack the end of my nose.
3.) Must…resist…saying…Hi…Opal…
4.) I am deathly afraid of clowns. (They are the devils messengers.)
5.) I have this annoying habit of playing with my ears.
5b.) I can fold both of my ears in on themselves.
6.) Having the palms of my hands stimulated relaxes me. IE: Rubbing the corners of square pillows across them, rubbing the ears of stuffed animals. (Kinda relates to point 5.)
7.) I can make the voice of Baby Animal/Gomer (from the Bunky Brewster cartoon) and some times do it in the middle of a conversation just for kicks.(“Go Bye bye!”)
8.) I like to call up friends at work doing Sean Connery and have the people who answered the phone run up to said-friend asking “Who was that?!”
9.) I like to hum the “Circus Theme” to myself when I see a very large people crossing the street. (Mmmmm…my very own parade.)
10.) I fart in front of my wife and try to decide what type of fowl it sounded like…(“That was a Mallard Duck…no a goose!”)

…can’t think of anymore right now…I’ll let ya know…(Unless I’m petitioned to do otherwise. :smiley: )

I don’t like pizza or chocolate; although, as years have gone by I’ve learned to like milk chocolate a little.

I always count the miles from home to any place I travel or from one place to another e.g. it’s 12 miles from my house to the place where Rt. 1 has new paving. It’s four miles from the rest stop to the first intersection in town. It’s one mile from the turnoff to the ice cream place.

I don’t like anything in clusters, like barnacles. They freak me out.

Who is Bunky Brewster?

I don’t like clothes. Seriously, took a few years before I accepted that society could force me to wear them. I still don’t have a nudity taboo inherently. (I have quite a few times stepped out of my dorm room topless. going to go brush my teeth or something, then remembered it probably wouldn’t be apreciated.)

I can wiggle the tip of my nose like a rabbit for at least five minutes. (I time my indurance in boring classes.) Just the tip, not flaring my nostrils, not scrunching the skin in the middle, just bouncing the very tip of my nose up and down very quickly. It something I do to get people who know me to smile at me. Catch their eye, a few quick nose bounces and a grin and they grin back. Kinda a “Hi! It’s me!”

I can speak Ebonics. This in and of itself isn’t all that weird. Until you consider that I had to have my boyfriend of the day teach me the repressed consonants and I practised for months in Physics. (He was a pretty odd guy himself. Played up the “Black baller” image when he could to defend his love of musical theatre. We had so much fun together!)

  1. Olive Drab really is my favorite color.
  2. The US Government at one point classified me as colorblind. However, I made a living mixing paint for 5 years.
  3. I have way too many moments of deja vu to be coincidence. I will have these moments right down to the smell of a fabric.
  4. Most kids were collecting baseball cards and watching sports. But when I was a little kid, I was reading Jane’s at 7.
  5. I have absolutely no interest in “Friends”, “Dawson’s Creek”, or “7th Heaven”.

Tripler
If #5 doesn’t make me wierd, I don’t know what does.

Oops…That should have been “Punky”…(But something tells me you knew that.)

I have a similar fetish. It’s hard to describe…call it “a need for symmetry of sensation.” If any part my body, an arm say, brushes against a cool surface, I have an intense need to brush against that same surface in the exact same place on my other arm. Same for a hot surface, or any other sensation, even mild pain.

I do that too, but I only find it pleasurable if my ear is cold, but not too cold.

Also:

I crack my knuckles. Not weird enough? I also crack my fingers, thumbs, hands, wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, feet, and toes, and occasionally my shoulders, back, neck, and nose. The wrists and toes I can crack continuously. But that’s not the weirdest thing. When I crack something, I cannot stop there. I must crack seven times, to the tune of “Shave and a Haircut”, which I play in my head. “Crack crack crack crack-crack, crick crack.”

I have grammer and language fetishes. I don’t like it when people use dangling participles. And I hate it, hate it, hate it when they say “I could care less” when they mean "I couldn’t care less.

I haven’t seen a single episode of “The X-Files”.

I have a very deep, resonant sounding evil laugh. I have been known to give people goose bumps with it.

I have posted to this thread (and I’m surprised no one else thought of that one).

And of course, there’s my handle…