Yeah, I do that. Means I don’t have to put the bitter pill on my toungue…its just like drinking water really.
Hell, I’m frightening me. My collection of ‘weird’ habits is growing by the second. Maybe that’s why I don’t have any friends. I’m just too strange! :eek:
I do the same thing with hot sauce. Hell, I even put it in soda. In fact the only kind of stuff I don’t use ity with is alchohol.
I gotta agree with those who don’t think this is all that weird. I do this all the time. (The taking the shoes/socks off part, not the piling them up under the computer part.) I even fold my socks up as I’m taking them off with my toes.
Most days I get home from work before my wife. When I come home, one of the first things I do is flip on the switch for the overhead lights (the lights in the ceiling fan) in the living room. As soon as my wife gets home, the first thing she will do is turn off the overhead light, then proceed to walk around the room turning on four different table and floor lamps.
Milk is the only drink I put ever put ice in. On the other hand, I prefer water to be room temperature when I drink it.
Irishfella has a pint glass of water by the bed. Every night he tops it up, although he only ever drinks a sip or two. He doesn’t rinse the glass. Ever.
That water must be absolutely foul, but he refuses to let me wash the glass.
As soon as he comes home he opens the windows. Doesn’t matter how cold the house is, he always feels that it’s too stuffy. I try and tell him this is because he’s walked the mile home from work at top speed, he thinks I surreptitiously turn the heat on when he’s not home.
He rinses it with water. That’s the weirdest part. A glass that has had only water in it has to be rinsed with water before it can be reused. I don’t get it. Maybe it’s a Canadian thing.
My darling Marcie puts dishes in the dishwasher so that the primary surface of the plates ends up facing the interior walls of the dishwasher----in other words, exactly the reverse of what common sense says is the correct way.
Also, she can pick up virtually anything with her toes.
I am ashamed to tell this but she puts milk on Grits. In her defense, she was raised up Nawth where they don’t know about Grits.
Here I go, putting my hand up again. I used to do this with a 700ml milkshake cup (plastic). Now I do it with a 1.25L rinsed-out pepsi bottle. I fill it, drink a bit in the night, then fill it again the next night. I don’t think it’s been completely emptied in about six months, or even more. The water tastes and smells fine, nothing’s growing and it doesn’t seem to be stale. I figure the topping-up is enough to re-flouridate and freshen the water somewhat, and stop it from going stagnant.
Me too; sometimes I’ll be glancing at the clock/watch only to resolve an inner question such as ‘is it time to go home yet?’ - I’ll know it isn’t, but I won’t have actually absorbed the time into my conscious brain.
I also do it habitually when I’m talking about time, or even dates; one of my friends has noticed this and teases me about it, for example, we’ll be walking in the woods and I’ll say “hey, <glance at watch> it’s about the right time (meaning time of year) to find wild strawberries”. He’ll invariably answer “What? Half-past three?”.
… I once met a woman who was positively grossed out by the idea of drinking yesterday’s water. As in, that bottle was refilled yesterday, so you have to go dump it and refill with fresh water before she’d touch it. I don’t know what might have happened to it over the last 24 hours …
Maybe IrishFella and Sierra Indigo live places where this water cup thing works. Here in California, you’d have transparent, slippery gunk on the inside of your glasses inside 3 days.
Remembered another one: PulletFiance likes to buy drinks in the 2 liter or gallon sizes and drink straight from the bottle. But he often refuses to drink the last inch of liquid. It’s bottom soda, see.
That’s not weird - I don’t like to drink the last bit of anything (I do it, but it’s not my preference). Bottom soda, eh? I don’t like the bottom milk or bottom juice, either.
Freak show.
Darling Mr. Stuff does a variation of this. Whilst watching a movie on TV, he sort of scoots the socks down halfway on his feet and rolls them around insistently until “top” and “bottom” and “heel” are meaningless terms. This, while really pretty harmless, makes me bonkers. I don’t know why.
And why would picking things up with your toes be a weird thing? This is a completely normal behavior, right?
That’s what I thought. 
Or bottom bottle beer. gag You know the last 1/5th or so, the beer is starting to get flat and it’s warming up from your hand and ew, ew, ew it’s gross.
Ex-boyfriend used to have all sorts of weird habits. He was one of those “get home late at night, turn on all the lights, the TV, and the computer, brush his teeth and strip down to boxers… then fall asleep” people. Leaving me to have to go through the house turning everything off again. He also had a water glass thing, if he finished his glass of water, he’d go to the kitchen, grab a brand new glass, and fill it up. He just could not re-use them. Our apartment looked like the house from Signs, glasses of all shapes and sizes on tables, desks, shelves, etc.
When I met him, his shower had two things in it - a bar of Zest soap, and a washcloth. At some point in time I brought over my Lush cosmetics conditioner - the one that smells like birthday cake and vanilla. He loved it so much he went on a spree, and by the time I moved out of the apartment, the shower had shampoo, conditioner, deep conditioner, soap, body wash, face wash, a loofah, a shower puff sponge thing, and a pumice stone for feet. All bought by him. I had no part in it. I can, in no way, explain how one bottle of conditioner turned him from a “soap is good for cleaning everything!” guy to a shower-product-loving fool. Last time I saw him, he was telling me about this Body Shop hair treatment that would be perfect for my hair in the summer, to help with frizz. WTF?
Oh, and if I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I leave all the lights off. I’m really sensitive to light when I’m trying to sleep… if I turn on the bathroom light, even for a few minutes, I’ll be up for hours. So I have a flashlight on my bedside table, but by now I know my apartment well enough that I can get there, do my stuff, and get back without turning on a single light or stubbing any toes.
Hehe. If you ask anyone else in Australia, that’d be wrong. Allegedly Adelaide has the worst water in the world, and there’s no way anyone should be drinking it, let alone letting it sit in a bottle for more than five minutes, then drinking it 