I reminded myself of another quirk at dinner tonight: I dip my french fries into strawberry jelly. This is preferable IMO to milk shakes.
I can’t stand the tiny strings left on bananas after you peel them. So I remove them, too. I’m the only person I know who peels bananas twice.
(I have many weird food issues, but this is the only one that people usually comment on.)
I don’t think I’ve ever had an entire cup of coffee because I can’t take the taste, yet I like coffee-flavored ice cream, candy, and coffee-flavored drinks other than coffee.
Until recently I saved all my movie ticket stubs. I think I still have them in an envelope in my desk. Actually, I still haven’t recovered from that entirely - I have a two-week old Fahrenheit 9/11 stub in my wallet right now.
I’m also a member of the group that eats the worst food in a meal first, and the best last.
I really dislike talking over the phone. I’d much rather communicate face-to-face or in writing.
I’ve developed a severe aversion to swimming in even moderately cold water. Everyone I know can take cold pool or ocean water, but it takes me an insanely long time to coax myself in (if I get in at all). Brr.
The thing I do that nobody else does is I put honey on my pizza. In the 6 years I’ve lived here nobody has even heard of doing such a thing.
Hey, don’t knock it. It’s yummy.
My husband was reading this over my shoulder. He wants to know how the hell you manage to get it wet to begin with. Given that I am sans penis, I don’t know who to believe: my husband, who claims it doesn’t get wet when you pee, or you, who claim it does.
FWIW, if I were a guy, I’d wipe too, wet or not. Gotta keep things tidy down there. It’s just the nice thing to do.
Nope - you’re not alone there. 
Sometimes a drop remains, uh, inside, because of surface tension. Without a shake or wipe, an unpleasant bit of wetness can result in one’s boxers (or briefs, whatever).
Keyboard shortcuts? Where can one find a list? (I’m serious, I use my mouse for a lot of stuff.)
When I go to work, I have to open the various softwares I will be using in a certain order. First is e-mail (I get tons each day, so keeping it open helps me stay on top of urgent issues) then our traffic software. I have several modules in our traffic software that have to be opened in a certain order. If for some reason, the computer wigs out and something shuts down, I have been known to close everything down and reopen them in the proper order.
I absolutely cannot leave the garbage can at the side of the road after the trash has been picked up. What bugs me is when I come home from work and I see the empty trash can still lying on its side at the end of the driveway, when I know my children walked right by it on their way home from school. Sometimes I swear my children are stone-blind.
A piss meniscus, if you will.
I also remove the stringy pieces of bananas, and save movie ticket stubs too.
I always break my banana before I get to the bottom tip, then I throw the the peel, along with the tip, away.
I never stir my fruit on the bottom yogurt before eating it.
Instead of listening to a variety of songs , I’ll listen to one or two songs repeatedly for a couple of weeks until I get sick of it/them, then move on to a new song.
I make nicks in the hard outer layer of my fingernails then peel it off, leaving the softer, weaker section behind. For some reason, my sister’s nails natually have small nicks, so sometimes (during moments of intense boredom I peel off the hard part of her nails too (she’s still a child, so she doesn’t mind).
Wet Penis thing.You know I’m not circumsized(I liked that way) and when I’m finished with peeing loose skin at the end can trap urine .
PS.I drink a LOT of water and coffe/tea daily ,so I visit washroom often.
Every time I pour a drink from a 2-liter bottle of soda, I crush the center of the bottle so that I have some sort of handle with which to hold the giant, unwieldy thing. (How the heck are you supposed to pour them, anyway? Usually too hard to just grab with one hand–esp. when I was younger; too unbalanced if you grab by the neck = spills; and if you hold with two hands and don’t hold the cup on the countertop in place, the force of the flow can knock over the cup =spills)
Anyway, I often left the big dent in the middle of the bottle when I closed the cap and put it away. My friends called them “[my name]-handles”.
I also spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about how, if I were to find myself transported back in time, I would explain modern scientific understandings and technology to people in the past.
A lot of things here I recognize in myself, including the one food at a time thing; even in salads, which hubby says is very weird of me. So what?
So, here’s my list:
I tap out rhythms to (nursery rhymes, radio jingles, whatever) on my teeth like this: three beats on right molars, three closing my teeth completely, three on my left molar. Then I see how many times I have to go through it before I end up exactly back where I started again (IOW, end up on three beats on my right molar, instead of somewhere else along the progression).
I don’t do it anymore, but I went through a period of time where I would take off my watch, while I slept, and put it under my pillow. I’ve no idea why.
I use the word “well” as a declarative sentence. For instance, hubby will say something like “I have to be in Baltimore pretty early Monday morning, so I think I’ll just go down Sunday night” and I’ll say “well.” Just that. Nothing else. Obviously, I mean “well, if that’s what you think is best, it’s okay with me”, but I just say “well”.
I make “lists” of one thing. I’ll be talking about a subject and say “well, one thing is. . .” or “in the first place. . .” when there’s no “two thing” or “in the second place”. See, I don’t even get to the second thing in the list, so I cannot use “Hi, Opal” as my third thing.
I found this to be very funny:
Underline added by me
I doubt I’m the only one who does this, but I keep my wallet in the right “cargo” pocket on my shorts or pants, instead of in a back pocket. If I’m wearing pants without extra pockets, I’ll leave my wallet at home, and just bring along id, one credit card, and cash.
When I make cheese burgers at home, the cheese can only touch the bread and the burger. All of the lettuce, mustard, ketchup, onions, or whatever have to be on the opposite side. This is also the rule for other cheeseburgers that are cooked by me and/ or eaten in my home. “House Rules”
They think its crazy but usually go along with it. If I happen to get a cheese burger ‘out’ well, then it doesn’t matter at all.
I do that, too. Except that it’s almost exclusively Elizabethan England.
I don’t understand how people can stand to sit on their wallets, deforming the wallet as well as the buttocks. I keep mine (my wallet) stashed in my left pocket–right pocket is reserved for car keys–after all, the ignition’s on the right! To this end, I bought a ‘front pocket wallet’ (small wallet with a money clip) recently, which I’ve found to be very comfortable–much less bulky than my old one.
Okay, I know I’m probably the only woman on the planet who does this, and I know that it’s really weird, and I don’t know why I feel this way but…
I am always a bit weirded out by men who are seriously into cooking. I KNOW, I KNOW.
I can guess as to why, part of it may be that of the men I’ve dated, the ones who are into cooking seem so AR and perfectionist about it. But why that bugs me, I don’t know.
Now, there are probably a ton of doper guys out there who are good cooks and enjoy it and don’t at all match what my experiences have been, but I still can’t stop the red flag from flying when I hear a guy start off “I love to cook, I’ve got the complete set of Habitat cookware and I make this awesome lamb with chiffon, you have to use chickadee spice in JUST the right amount…”
I hear stuff like that, and my inner girl says “RUUUUUNNN”. So far, I haven’t been off the mark, but I’m not sure why I get the “strange” cooks 
You’re one of my kids aren’t you?
I have a daughter who is 24, and a son who is just about 14, and they both did this the whole time they were growing up. None of the rest of the family did, so we couldn’t figure it out.
Ah, I do that, too! Also, whenever I watch a movie set in the past, I end up thinking stuff like “Well, if Spartacus had an M60, this wouldn’t be a problem.” This ends up leading to me spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about how if I went back into the past, exactly how I’d go about carving out a kingdom for myself with a boomstick and a few loyal henchman.
I do this as well, but I do it with the individual food, too. If that little piece of maccaroni and cheese is all crusty and toasty and ready to go, it’s gonna be the last piece of maccaroni and cheese I eat. Except, of course, with steak. I don’t eat much since I am so wee, so with steak I just cut off the nasty brown outside and enjoy the lovely red inside. Kinda like a Reese’s Cup.
Ditto. Otherwise how do you know where everything you need is when you look at the toolbar?
Also, both my boyfriend and I eat the same number of stuff on the same side. One bite on the left, chew, chew, chew, one bite on the right, chew, chew, chew. I had a lot of other “must be equal on both sides” things, but the Paxil cleared that up after a while.