I’m a terrible housekeeper. Every room from the front room to my bedroom is an absolute mess.
I am a habitual nose-picker. Been doing it for as long as I can remember, and despite my parents’ best efforts to break me of this habit, I continue to do it to this day.
I chew on my nails. Until I realized by some posters to this board that it’s annoying, I’d clip my nails at my desk at work.
I drink straight from the carton or the bottle out of the refrigerator.
I also pop and crack my knuckles.
I can’t stand clothes. Really. When I get home, I peel off clothes until I’m down to my panties. Generally this just involves shucking off my muumuu, though sometimes I’m wearing a vest or shawl or cloak as well. I can’t stand to wear a bra, especially not since I had my nipple cut open and had a tumor removed. The doctor sewed it back shut, of course, but it never healed quite right and it’s still sensitive.
I have a hard time visiting my folks because they expect me to wear clothes whenever I’m not actually in the shower. This has also caused some irritation in the hospital, because I won’t wear those nighties, either. Generally, when I’m in the hospital, I’ll have a coverup within reach, so that the housekeeping staff can come in and do their thing, but I figure that doctors, nurses, and lab personnel have already SEEN a near naked human body and should not be flustered by one.
I prefer to read while I’m eating. I don’t do this when I’m eating with someone else, but it’s my preference.
I talk to myself. I try not to do this in public, though.
I don’t watch much TV at all. Apparently, this is annoying to a large percentage of the population, as they have nothing to talk to me about.
I’ve always got a book or two in my purse.
I use a walking staff. This becomes annoying when I try to find a place for it when I sit down. It’s nearly as tall as I am. Many people are fascinated by it, though, and ask me where I got it.
I try to tell people about a scene from the latest Terry Pratchett book I’ve read, and I mess it up. I need to quit doing that.
I’m a big quoter. Simpsons, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Shakespeare especially.
I don’t have any annoying habits.
The fact that I believe this is incredibly irritating to other people.
I crack my neck, back, and knuckles regularly. Sometimes my knees, hips, shoulders, elbows, and feet (yes, my actual FOOT) need a good cracking, too.
I used to chew my fingers until the bled (and my fingers would bleed for a looooong time), so now I clip the skin with nail clippers. People tell me it’s even grosser, but it makes my fingers look less gross, it’s less painful, and I don’t bleed nearly as often.
I’m a compulsive nail-filer. I file them into points, and I CANNOT stand having any nail protrude from the very back sides of where the nail grows out, if you know what I’m talking about. Annoys the crap out of me. So, if I’m not busy doing something, filefilefile.
I smoke too much.
I scratch myself too much (not in the dirty way). When idle or reading, I’ll scratch my scalp until it bleeds. Then I pick the scabs left behind. Also, I get eczema on my breasts and lower stomach (nothing’s more fun than eczema on your nipples). So, I’ll scratch that until bloody as well.
I will ramble on and on about snakes if someone shows the least bit of interest.
I like my apt to be cold, so I have the windows open in the middle of winter.
I won’t shower until my scalp begins to itch (2-3 times a week). I do use deoderant and perfume, tho. I like to smell nice, heh.
I don’t do laundry until it starts to walk around by itself.
If you try to speak to me during the first 30min after I wake up, all you’re getting is a grunt.
I pick my nails clean constantly. I can’t stand dirty nails. Ug.
To me, “fart” is the dirties, nastiest word in the English language. It’s the only word I can’t say, and I hate hearing/reading it. I had a hard time typing it, heh. Anyway, roomies must adjust their vocabulary accordingly.
I keep dead rats in the freezer for my snakes. In a clear Ziploc bag.
One of my cats yowls at the window. While not a habit of MINE, I’m the one who hasn’t gotten him fixed yet (I will be making an apt for him on Monday, tho).
I’m on the internet constantly.
I don’t answer the phone unless I know who it is on the Caller ID. So, it’ll just ring and ring and ring until they hang up and I can get back online.
The volume on the TV must be on an odd number.
I drink out of the milk jug.
I, too, put water glasses back in the cupboard.
Damn. I have a lot of bad habits. Huh. How am I still alive? Why hasn’t anyone killed me yet?
I am a tidy person, not obsessive but it still drives my messy friends nuts. They think it is funny that you don’t have to move anything to sit down. I hate dust with a passion and dust several times a week.
I also tend to interrupt and am a very bad speller. I write for a couple of publications and that gets on everyone’s nerves.
I always want to know details of what is going on. I can ask someone “What are we doing tongiht.” They will tell me that they do not know, so then I start in on little questions, like what time, where do you want to go, how long do you want to be there, ect. Then they normaly tell me they do not know and the cycle starts again.
As bad as I am with wanting to know details, I never want to make the plans either so I always try to get everyone else to make decisions for me.
~Amanda
Amanda: I know alot of people who need to know every little detail. I don’t find it annoying personally (but then again I am very talkactive and outgoing so I would probably fill you in without being asked) but I know some people who find it irritating (ususally quiet and shy and/or male)
Another one of mine is I tend to take things over especially if I think they are not being done right ( I have to remind myself that 1) there is usually more than one way to do something 2) my way may not be the best.
I also love junk mail! I get great junk though…samples of stuff, one time trial magazines, etc…
I pause in mid sentence whenever I talk to someone. Mostly to try to collect what I am trying to say. But then to make up for it, I speak really fast.
I won’t answer the door or the phone unless I am expecting someone.
I sleep constantly.
I eat the same thing everyday for each meal (Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner) for about a month before I switch to something else.
I lose shit constantly. Keys, Socks, Money, etc…
Haha, I’m the same way. I don’t like profanity, but every now and then I’ll bite the bullet and swear. But to say…that…word…is like nails on a chalkboard. It’s grating just to read it.
Oh, I love cuss words. Cussing is great fun for me, and my all time favorite word is “shat.”
But that word . . . shudder
I’m glad someone else hates that word. I’m not alone!
I just remembered something else I do. When I am lying in bed waiting for the sandman I move my pelvis in various geometrical patterns, and I have to complete one before beginning another. This is habitual compulsive behavior. Sometimes it moves like a spirograph and other times it simply outlines a figure. There is nothing overtly sexual about it ( although there probably is a connection) as it is not stimulating but relaxing. I am hyperactive, so that may be the cause.
Has anybody ever heard of this before?
I like to eat sunflower seeds and forget that others can hear them crack.
I must exercise and or hike on a daily basis. This trait has been instilled in me by malamutts, going back the late 80’s.
I know something about damn near everything. Really. I’ve read the newspaper daily since I was 10 years old (now 41). I read two -three magazines a week and read four or five newspapers on the Net each day, including the WSJ and the NYT. From age 8 until my early 30’s I read two books a week, on everything from science to sociology to history, etc. In college I took this weird bachelors degree that basicly gave me minors in applied psychology, business management, crime control, gerontology and sociology. And then a Masters in Counseling and certifications in behavior analysis and certified as an EMT and . . .
Mind you, I tend not to speak until spoken to. But if someone says, “Gee, I need to learn more about mad cow disease.” I can tell them that only 21,000 of the 35 million cattle slaughtered last year were checked for BSE, however, only 150 people worldwide have died from variant CJD and that since controls against feeding same species protein to cattle have been in effect for less than 10 years it’s entirely possible that they already could have CJD and that an incredibly scientifically and culturally fascinating story related to the discovery and identificatio of prions as the cause for CJD can be found in story of the disease kiru and did you hear the one about the two cows who were standing in a field and one says, “I’m worried about this mad cow disease.” and the other cow says, “What do we care? We’re butterlies.”
But again, you have to poke me with a stick or ask me a direct question to get that kind of response. But it’s been problematic in relationships. I’m told that my intelligence is intimidating, not because I trot it out like a show dog, but because I know so much about so many things.
I clean the bathroom every change of seasons. It’s boring to clean it and I only think of it in the morning when I"m getting redy for work.
Yes, the dog is allowed on the couch or bed. She won’t stay long, she doesn’t shed much and she’s damn happy to be there.
Whistlepig