Thanks for the laugh! I’m the same way.
Geez, me too. I almost wrecked my car pool with this problem. I was causing us to be this close to being late most days. I finally got a local job just so I wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to the rest of the group any more. They would probably have murdered me soon, but I couldn’t blame them.
I’m seldom eager to get to bed, but once I get there it’s the only place I want to be. I’ll sleep until the last possible second, then rush around like mad to make it to work on time. I’ve tried several different strategies to help myself with this, but nothing’s worked yet.
I set my clock a little fast and my alarm a lot early, but I’m a crafty one, dammit.
Yeah. I’ve got this one too. I have to MAKE myself look these people in the eye and nod and smile. Still I am not listening but at least it seems like I am paying attention.
However, I don’t care if they are prepared to listen to me. I don’t subject people to my boring life saga and I wish people would show me the same courtesy.
Me Too. Me Too! Wow, two in a row. I can’t use them either and have to use headphones.
I think some ear canals are simply shaped differently or are more shallow and buds simply don’t fit comfortably or at all.
East and west. Why is this such a problem? Always have to do the stupid “never eat shredded wheat” thing.
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drive. I just haven’t got around to learning yet and now the thought makes me nervous. I should have done it when I was younger (I’m in early 30s!)
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complain about bad service. I’m too shy so it has to be REALLY, really bad before I’ll say anything and I’m not good at holding out for compensation.
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drink Guinness. It’s disgusting (and I’m from Ireland).
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initiate conversation with people I don’t know at parties etc. If they talk to me i’ll happily yabber on back but I just can’t make the first move.
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I don’t like calling people on the phone either. Well, it’s not that I actively dislike it but I suppose subconsiously I must because people are always asking why they have to call me all the time. I’m good at keeping touch by email though.
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I tried scuba-diving. Just got as far as doing exercises in the pool. Just couldn’t do it. The claustrophobia of it - aggh. Nightmare.
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oh and, I have a ‘drinking problem’ according to Mr YNG. The OH always laughs at me for not being able to breathe while drinking. If I’m really thirsty I’ll sip and sip and sip and then afterwards take a big gasp of air as if I’ve just been underwater or something. I never was aware of that before he mentioned it.
Chalk me into the “me too” category here as well. Getting up is painful, but not impossible. However, I’m completely unable to go to bed before 12:30am. I’ve tried lying in bed and forcing myself to sleep, but it never works. I’m exhausted every day at work because of this.
Edit: Oddly enough, on days I don’t have to get up early, I can rarely sleep past 8am.
Typing on a keyboard- it is hunt and peck for me all day baby.
Doing anything without some sort of planning of at least 4 hours in advance.
People who insist on talking about things that they know I have zero interest in. Two of my friends always want to talk to me about their exploits in tracking this big deer for 10 miles through 2’ of snow. I’m only exaggerating a little.
A co-worker is a conspiracy nut who will not shut up about it even when I call him out on it. Maybe other people have this problem as well but when my eyes glaze over and I start looking away and start fidgeting, they usually get the message to change the subject.
For those of you with the sock matching problem:
I keep a jar of safety pins by my hamper and pin the dirty socks together at the toes when I take them off. I don’t have to match or fold or roll socks - when clean and dry, they just go in my sock drawer in pinned pairs. Before I put them on, the safety pin goes in a jar in my sock drawer.
It sounds like I’m incredibly anal, doesn’t it? Nah, it’s because I’m such a total slob, really.
Ear buds aren’t supposed to go inside the ear canal. They hook into the outer ear just outside the entrance to the ear canal.
Having said that, you may just have unusually shaped ears.
I thought you were a snowy owl.
I have problems:
Getting up in the morning
Matching socks
Getting lost easily
Exercising in public- I’m mortified if another person sees me doing a pushup or lifting weights.
Umm, keeping track of you as an individual person.
::blushes and hides under blanket for awhile::
You see…
a) I do not recall faces. I can usually recall what gender you are, and on a good day can say if you are black or white or asian (but don’t rely on it overly much); I will probably not remember if you had hair, let alone what color; I will not be able to say that you did or did not have breasts, let alone what size; I would probably remember if you were not waring clothes or were dressed as a clown or were wearing a snake costume, but aside from that I will not remember what you were wearing if it was, you know, kind of ordinary. As in not batshit insane.
b) I won’t remember your name 11 seconds after you tell me your name. You might as well tell me your bank account password, I will remember then for equal amounts of time. I might even recall the password longer, since your name might not be unique.
c) Between the two, trust me, you are a cipher. If it so happens that you gave birth to me some 50ish years ago and I am getting off a plane and expecting you to be there, I will probably recognize you. In that context. I might not be sure it’s you if you just pop up out of nowhere, though.
Mostly all creatures who are homo sapiens look pretty much the same. Especially those of the same sex as each other.
I mean, it’s not like you folks are very different from each other anyhow, ya know? You seen 9 or 10 homosaps, you seen 'em all.
… hey, where’s everybody going?
::pout in loneliness::
Put your two hands up as if you were pressing against a wall (or being rude in Greek!) - thumbs out. The first finger and thumb of one of the hands forms an “L” shape - it’s your left hand. Once you’ve got the hang of it you only need to sneek a quick peek. I saw my Art teacher doing this and it changed my life.
I still struggle with giving directions when driving:
Turn left … no, not that way … the other left.
I’m not great with social situations that involve people I’m likely to have contact with again. Put me in a room full of strangers and I’m okay. It’s like I’m afraid if I say/do something stupid, they’ll bring it up the next time I see them.
-Tell apart right from left. I’ve to quickly remember what hand I use for writing. Whatever is on this side is right. The opposite side is left. As a kid, I had to actually move my right hand as if I was writing.
-Whistling. Often tried to learn how to as a kid, never managed to do it.
-Closing my right eye independently of my left eye. I can do the opposite, though.
-Remembering names. I can occasionally have a hard time remembering even the name of colleagues I worked with for years or close relatives like sisters-in-law or nephews. There are very few celebrities I could name if you showed me a picture of them. I could only say : “she’s very famous, a Spaniard, and played in that movie”. I generally don’t call acquaintances by their name, in order to avoid having to tell them for the tenth time : “Sorry, I forgot your name”. If needed I try to ask someone else discreetly. Remembering nicknames on a message board is a major hassle. I generally just don’t even try. For some reason, it’s way easier for me to remember the names of historical figures 
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I’m also terrible with names (which is why I’m quite fond of name badges!) but at the same time, in previous jobs with high customer interaction I often used to wear someone else’s name badge (or, more commonly, a name badge with a fictitious and slightly silly name such as “Harvey Birdman” or “Arnold Rimmer”) on it so it was harder for me to be identified if anyone wanted to complain about me. 
I will be doing this starting tomorrow!
No they don’t. They don’t hook on to anything, they just fall out of my Martian ears. They just don’t work at all for me.
Joe
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[li]Talking on the phone (and I worked helpdesk for a year and a half!:eek: )[/li][li]Leaving home once I get there (takes blasting powder, practically)[/li][li]Staying tidy and organized at home (easy at work)[/li][li]Getting up even one minute before the last possible time to get up and make it to work at a reasonable time[/li][li]Traveling to unfamiliar places[/li][li]on edit: Remembering names of newly-introduced people[/li][/ul]
Oh, gosh, where do I start? Golf? Two-hundred dollars worth of lessons (a birthday gift from my wife to go with the $300 set of clubs from my sons about a decade ago) and I still can’t get under the ball. I cannot overcome my deep-seated fear of digging the club into the ground. Just. Can’t. Do. It.
Rappelling – flunked it in Boy Scouts and in the Army.
Map and compass – speaking of Scouting and Army skills I never mastered, I can’t find my own ass with an ass map, let alone navigate raw country with a map and compass. And star charts? Puleeezzz!
There’s lots of other stuff, too, but I can’t think of it right now.