I make some pretty bizarre faces while playing the drums. There must be something about playing music and making tard faces. The worst part is I never knew I did it until my band had photos taken while playing a gig. In two of the photos I had the “OH” face. The rest I don’t wanna talk about. 
It is hard to feel the cold when you are unconscious… Ha!
I am not sure about the guitar playing thingie, though.
I have the same problem on piano. When I recorded myself for Youtube, it looks like I’m having an epileptic seizure in the one video where my face is visible (I hit all the notes right so I didn’t want to re-record the video despite the facial weirdness), because I keep looking up to the ceiling and rocking back and forth. It’s shot from a low angle so it looks like my eyes are rolling into the back of my head. Oh dear.
Spend way too much time reading the dope?
I pull the stop request chord exactly one and a half blocks before my stop, because I worry that if I pull it sooner the bus driver will forget to stop and if I pull it later he won’t have time.
I chew on my clothing.
I saw this post, immediately felt the collar on my polo shirt. Yep, it’s a bit damp.
I have this weird oral fixation - I just frequently feel compelled to either grit my teeth or gnaw on something. Gritting my teeth is bad - If I’m stressed I usually do it enough to cause physical pain and my dentist always scolds me for grinding my teeth (apparently he can see the wear).
Clothing is a little bit easier. It’s got some resistance to it. So often I’ll find myself with with my collar or the cuff in my mouth just gnawing on it.
Usually I can refrain from doing this in public. The compulsion isn’t strong enough to make it a weird social thing. But at home on the computer or watching TV I’ll frequently gnaw with abandon.
I usually don’t do any real damage to the clothing. But I can usually tell which shirts I’ve had for 6 months or more because they’re overly worn where I have a habit of gnawing on them.
Oddly enough I’ve never really been a gum chewer. You’d think it’d be a natural fit, but the texture of gum is just wrong. Plus you chew it long enough and it gets tougher and tougher, which usually leads to soreness.
No idea why I do this. Maybe I have a bit of canine DNA mixed up with my own? I’m not a huge dog lover, but when I had dogs and would see them gnawing endlessly on a rawhide chew or a rag toy I’d always nod and think, “yep, know how that feels.”
It’s 143 paces- not steps, paces, from our back door to the local Stripes (think 7/11) store. And only 136 to the Dollar General, if you go the other way.
Darn that Boy Scout training. I just realized not everyone does this.
I have the Mexican Hat dance song going thru my head when I urinate, but oddly its only when I use the bathroom off the kitchen. Not even a thought when I’m using other facilities.
My sister (now deceased) used to do this. No clue why but she did it all her life.
When eating M&Ms, I sort them by color and then eat them in different patterns, depending on what amuses me: least to most; most to least; or until the colors are even, and then I pick them off one by one.
When I acquire used books from bookstores (think like books from college bookstores), I have to remove all of the used stickers and long rectangular barcode stickers. I sometimes go so far as to dampen a washcloth and use it to remove the sticky residue. They bother me, even though they don’t affect the content of the book itself. Weird.
It struck me today that maybe I do have a little OCD in me. Like, it’s 143 paces from my back door to the nearest convince store. Paces-- left, right, one, right, two, right, three… Yeah, but the problem is the telephone pole at the halfway point I chose is not quite 1.5 off. Makes me do a little brain hiccup so I can count back down to zero as I walk in the store.
Okay, that sounds really nuts, doesn’t it?
Also:
I say “y’all” when I’m talking to only one person.
But my worst habit?
I use the word, honestly and without irony, “groovy”.
I can’t help it.
Grew up in Boulder.
When I play Solitaire, the spades and hearts have to go together, and the clubs and diamonds go together. I also pick the bits of dead skin off my cuticles, sometimes till they bleed.
My ex husbands eyes would roll up in his head when he played the drums. It was kind of creepy because only the whites showed.
I do the Jedi Handwave at automatic doors too. This was especially fun when I was dressed as Anakin Skywalker for Halloween one year.
I talk with my hands. They just wave everywhere! I can’t help it.
When I was younger, I worried that “the man” would know that there was just one person waiting to cross the road at a pedestrian crossing , so I used to press the button with different fingers, so they would think there were ten people waiting and the lights would change faster.
I got better.
Whenever I walk in to the men’s room at work after they’ve just finished cleaning it, a little Homer Simpson voice in my head says “Mmm, urinal fresh!” Only at work, never anywhere else.
I only eat french fries in pairs, and they have to be roughly the same size, so that they both get the same amount of ketchup on them when I dip them.
I always very briefly clear my throat when I’m driving and changing lanes or turning, and don’t feel completely certain that I’m doing it safely. I can’t help it, and it bugs me!
(I’m not a bad driver; I’ve only been in one small accident in the 8 years I’ve been driving, and it was soon after I got my license…but changing lanes just makes me a little nervous.)
When I’m driving and looking for a street address I always turn down my radio.
I don’t know that there’s no reason for that. You’re trying to concentrate on two things - driving and searching for an address. Turning down the radio just removes one more information feed to your brain to help you concentrate.
Me too! This unconscious trait actually has its advantages. I work in the human services field, and it seems people are more likely to open up to me / trust me once I’ve picked up their accent. I don’t think they realize it, either.