I have the very opposite issue with “my” side of the bed. I have neither a side, corner or direction. On any given night I may sleep with my head at one end and on the left side, only to sleep with my head at the opposite end and in the middle with a leg off to the right the very next night. I can take up my entire bed or squeeze myself into an upper corner, depending on my mood. I guess this wouldn’t be so bad, except that my poor SO has to clamber for whatever edge/side/smidgeon of the bed that I’ve decided not to utilize.
Not that he’s a peach. He regularly likes to flip ends in the middle of the night so that I wake up next to his feet.
God save us if we ever try to live with anyone else.
Haha! I thought I was the only one. I don’t like the randomness of the splatter when you shake.
I rotate when I sleep, too so half the time, i wake up with my head where my feet started out the night before. I don’t seem to do this too often when I’m in bed with someone so some part of me must be aware when I do this at night.
Something that I find myself doing is I like to tap out rhythms on my head when I’m listening to music when I’m alone.
I have to start with the thing I like least and work my way round to the thing I like best.
The very last mouthfull has to be the best mouthfull. I have been know to leave one mouthfull of something I expected to be third best and turns out to be the best.
You should put salt on watermelon. Tastes better that way.
(overheard at the grocery store)
girl: I told my mom that you put sugar on watermelon.
guy: It’s GOOD that way.
girl: She said you were crazy. End of discussion.
I make music with the air and fluid in my mouth mostly against my cheeks.
I suppose most people would not call it music, but that is what I am intending to do.
Is that gross?
Please, does anyone out there do this, too?
I tack on the word “once” to imperative sentences, mostly when I’m requesting something.
For instance, “Come here, once.” Or “Put it on CNN once.” Or “Go over there, once.”
I never noticed I did it, until at my last job, about 3 years ago, someone pointed it out. Now at my present job, it’s been pointed out again.
Let’s see…I also write out small numbers instead of using the numerical symbol, technically, the rule is that if it is one hundred or less, you write it out. I learned this in 3rd grade, but apparantly no one else has.
I say noon-thirty and midinght-thirty all the time. It doesn’t even half to be thirty, if it’s 12:whatever, I say noon-whatever or midnight-whatever. I get strange looks when I do it.
I grind my teeth…to a beat. I have all sorts of different types of grinds, such as slightly clicking my canines (left or right), clamping the whole jaw, just doing right or left molars, etc…I never really noticed it as odd until a girlfriend pointed it out one night while sleeping. My head was close to hers, ans she could actually feel the grinding.
I have HUGE calluses on my big toes. I mean BIG. They are on the entire side facing outward, and the usually get to 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch thick. So, every now and then, I cut them off with my pocket knife. It’s kinda cool that I can cut off a large part of my body and not feel a thing, what with it being just a crapload of dead skin cells and all.
Things that don’t belong in this thread because I do them, too:
Walking instead of driving: I waited until I was 28 to get my driver’s liscence.
Taking too much time on the porcelain throne: That’s my reading time, dude.
Sleeping on one only of a queen sized bed: Although I’ve been trying to train myself to sleep diagonally. Always wake up back on “my” side, though.
Writing out numbers: Anything that’s less than three digits gets written out long hand.
Keyboard shortcuts: I thought everybody used these.
Staring at my hands: Why do they call them fingers when they don’t fing?
Dipping fries into a milkshake: At least, I used to back when I could digest dairy.
Making random non-vocal “tunes” with my mouth: Although I usually cluck my tongue and click my teeth, rather than swish my saliva.
Stuff that I think might be unique about me, or at least unique-ish:
I will repeatedly punch my self in the side of the head when I need to get motivated to do something.
I’m nearsighted, and when I read, I take my glasses off and stick my nose so close to the text that I’m often cross-eyed for about an hour after I’m done.
I habitually check to see if numbers are divisible by three.
I refer to all non-canine house pets by species, and not name.
I hate sports, but I love movies about sports.
Similarly, I hate coffee, but I loved coffee-flavored foodstuffs.
I am a firmly convicted skeptic and atheist who wears a “magical” amulet at all times. Just in case I’m wrong.
I save all my ticket stubs from going to movie theaters, unless the stub doesn’t say what the movie was.