Okay, I’ve noticed that I seem to have several odd-ball habits. I didn’t notice how weird I was until I got married, and my husband finds himself laughing at me a lot. haha (good naturedly, of course)–as long as naturedly is a word. haha
1~~I can’t bring myself to eat the butt-end of a hot dog. Which ever end I chose to start at is not the butt-end. (this confuses a lot of people, when I tell them about the problem I have with it. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard “How do you know you aren’t starting with the butt-end of the hotdog?”–It’s my weird habbit. I say I start at the right end of the hot dog every time.
2~~ When I’m a passenger in a car (and I only do this when I’m bored, and not talking, or doing something else)I click my teeth together every time a telephone pole/fence post/ mark on the highway (which ever one is more readily available at the moment) goes by.
3~~I can’t tolerate seeing fake puke on television. It’s disgusting, and I have to run from the room.
4~~The sound of someone using fingernail clippers to clip toenails or fingernails TOTALLY drives me up the wall. It’s the most disgusting sound in the world (right up there with the puking sound). I don’t use clippers or files on my fingernails, and for some reason it doesn’t bother me to clip MY toe nails.
5~~I can’t stand to rinse out a cup after I’ve used it for one drink, and use it for another kind of beverage… (say rinsing the leftover milk I just drank out of, and using it for a new glass of tea! YUCK-O!)
Well, am I alone in my weirdness? Or can anybody rank up there with me??
(Just popped in to correct typo, i.e. “habbits”. Anal, who me? Well, gotta go wash the coins in my change purse now…Veb)
When I hear the song “My Country 'Tis of Thee”, I always say “and ring” after the phrase “let freedom ring”. I am 38 and have been doing this since at least the third grade.
After a while, I’ve found married people tend to collect each other’s weird habits and own them after a while.
For example,
Mr. Neuse and I must, before leaving the house, tell each other to drive carefully. It is so bad that I will go back into the house if I’m not sure I’ve done it.
Before we were married, he and a friend developed the concept that movies are usually either left-handed or right-handed, and that your enjoyment of the movie was dependant on sitting in the proper place in the theater. (Which of course you judge in part from the vibe of the movie.) How’d he get me to buy into that one.
And then one that’s all my own (and much stranger than the hotdog thing), when I eat popcorn, sometimes I will go through the whole bowl nibbling out the crispy parts and saving the non-crispy parts. I then eat all the non-crispies at the end. My only defense is that I started doing that when I was very young.
I put vinegar on pizza. Not Pizza Hut pizza mind you but real New York style pizza. It is good.
I also moan alot. I am not sure if that is because I am getting older or what. But my wife always says stop moaning(except of course when we are you know)
I also fold the ketchup packages in half, bite a smale hole through the packett and then squirt a little ketchup on each bite of a hamburger instead of just putting all over the bun in the first place. I use to do that with salt too but I am trying to be more healthy lately.
neuseance ~~~~~ I do the exact same thing with the popcorn! WEIRD! haha I started doing it when my little brother was a baby, and mom and dad said he could have the soft part (with out the crunchie things).
What a coincidence! I truly thought that was just a ME thing. haha
Not quite so weird as what has been posted already, but I have to smell everything before I consume it. If it’s any beverage, I have to smell it once before I take a drink. If it’s a 7 course meal, I have to smell each item first before I eat it the first time. Afterwards, I don’t, but I have to the very first time. It’s not even a big deal. I just take a whiff, then chow down. More often than not, people don’t even notice I do it, but I ALWAYS do it.
This is my first time confessing this, but one habit I have that is really weird is that I like to pluck my nose hairs out by hand in order to get my sneeze reflex going. A little bit of pain followed by the pleasure of a great sneeze!
I sometimes breathe in tune to my favourite songs (in fact, I scroll long documents with the arrow keys in tune to my favourite songs, too). I spell most of my words the British way, because the American way looks too ‘clipped’ for me. I eat ice cream in a cup (because a bowl seems a little too much for me). I often eat the core of the apple. in school in the mornings, I always walk around the library at least twice before entering (before homeroom only; during lunch, I go directly into the library).
Here are the ones I can think of (I’m sure I have more!):
I have to check the burners on the stove before I can leave the house, even though we haven’t used the stove for days (I guess I’m afraid the cats turned them on or something). Ditto the garage door. If I’m not certain it’s closed I have to go back and check.
Whenever I hear the chorus of the Beatles song “We Can Work It Out” (I think that’s the title) I have to “meow.” Example: “Try see it my way…” (meow) “do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on?” (meow) etc. This stems from a Dr. Demento song I heard for the last time about 18 years ago. But I still do it.
I like to eat M&M’s by putting a layer of them in a cup, covering it over about 1 inch above the line with water, then waiting for the candy coating to melt. Mmm…yummy! Most people think this is gross, but I don’t know why. It’s like sucking the M&M’s without the effort.
I can’t stand the following types of sounds: excessive cellophane crinkling, the sound of a can opening and liquid pouring (mostly in radio commercials) and the same word or phrase repeated incessantly with the same inflection. It’s good I don’t have kids because “mommymommymommymommy…” would probably put me right over the edge.
I’m obsessively afraid of swallowing something harmful (a pin, a toothpick, etc.) I won’t let my spouse chew on toothpicks in my sight because it freaks me out so much. (He on the other hand used to freak when I slept in a pajama top with a safety pin replacing the missing top button. He thought I would be stabbed in the night.)
