Inspired by Harlow’s thread about annoying habits of family members, I decided it was time to take a look at myself. Please, join me. Let us all look deep within and say to ourselves, “Man, it’s a miracle nobody’s killed me yet.”
These are the things I do that other people hate.
When listening to the radio, I never stay on one station for more than a few seconds at a time. Even if I find a song I like, I suspect that another station may be playing something I’ll like better, and I don’t want to miss it! I have about 9 stations that I check, so by the time I’ve made one thorough cycle, it’s time to start all over again. Whee!
Except for gas, I pay for everything by check.
I’m hoping that there will not be a lot of lengthy defense in this thread, or attempts to make anyone explain themselves. I just want to know. What the hell is wrong with you?
As Merril Markoe once said (and I’m paraphrasing here): “The great thing about living alone is that all of your annoying habits just disappear!”
I’ve been living alone for the last 20 years, so …
One annoying habit is I take off my shoes when I get home, and leave them wherever. There are always at least four pairs of shoes scattered around the first floor (by the TV, by the computer, by the table where I leave my purse and keys), and another half dozen neatly lined up in the dining room.
I fart too much. No, seriously. I do it to annoy/amuse my co-workers. One guy REALLY hates it. I save the loud and or smelly ones for him. He is pretty weird. I’m not the only one who farts in his presence to annoy him.
I eat too quickly (though with my mouth closed and quietly).
I hate talking on the phone to anybody.
I have a large penis. (Well, okay, maybe that isn’t annoying but I thought I 'd mention it anyway.)
After I get a drink of water, I put the glass back in the cupboard.
This drives Mrs. Gaffer crazy. I insist that it’s okay because 1) it was only water, and 2) we’re married and on a regular basis exchange much more than just a little lip residue. She continues to be upset while I continue to put dirty, used glasses back in the cupboard.
I talk way too much about drugs or anything else that’s particularly interesting to me.
I smoke a couple of things occasionally. (Actually, I don’t smoke anything regularly [yet], I’ve just tried a clove, a hash brownie and a bong full of weed.)
(Disclaimer required by SDMB rules: I have no fucking clue whether or not marijuana is legal in my jurisdiction anymore. It’s pretty confusing. But in case it is, here is my disclaimer: Marijuana is an illegal drug. Also, tobacco is illegal for me, as I’m 17.)
I don’t shower if I know I’m not going out anywhere (ie on lazy weekend days). This will probably be annoying to my dorm roommate next year. Oh well.
I have a pair of “after-[basketball-]game” shoes I got for free with “during-basketball-game” shoes. I wear my after-game shoes like slippers–without socks. So they’re basically bags of sweat after a while, and they can really stink up a small room (like a dorm room).
I use a prescribed topical acne cream on my face and a prescribed moisturizing cream on my hands; these can make my acne problems worse if I touch my face and they mix. This only annoys me, of course.
I watch too much sports, and occasionally do drugs at school.
-I iron EVERYTHING.
-I never answer the door unless I am expecting someone.
-I never answer the phone. I hate talking on the telephone.
-I HAVE to take a shower before I go to bed. Without fail. No matter what. .
I tend to randomly lapse into speaking in Japanese (which I am working on learning) while talking to people who do not know Japanese…at least I just do this with friends/family/under my breath.
In a similar vein, always setting games to the Japanese voices if possible. I find that the Japanese voice actors are better, personally…this is especially true for games that have a more serious tone, because I just find that there seems to be more emotion…shrugs
Rambling about anything and everything I feel like rambling about.
Listening to Japanese music at home. All the time. Usually, trying to sing along. I have very good reason to believe I’m tone deaf. I’m not fully sure why someone hasn’t killed me yet.
I interrupt. I really hate when other people do this but I’ve noticed it about myself, too. At least when I do it I usually catch myself and say “oh, sorry, continue.”