When I go up or down the stairs at night in the dark I always tap my foot on the bottom/top step 3 times, assessing “am I there yet?” (no foot tapping if the light’s on) Once I thought I was at the bottom but I wasn’t really yet, and I was holding my baby. No one was hurt but 30 some years later I’m still checking. So that’s explainable, but weird.
Hee. You know how when you make turned-over eggs, there are sometimes those crispy scrapings left that you also eat because they’re buttery and good? My mom would make us eggs in the morning and I always put those pieces to the side for last. One day I look down and they’re gone. :eek: I look at my mom who had pilfered them, thinking I didn’t want them.
I was probably eight or ten but I remember the emotional turmoil like it was yesterday. :smack:
I add too much spice to things I cook/make. People complain, and I know better, but I still do it. In my head I know that for that many chopped tomatos & onions, only one habanero should be chopped & mixed in. But somehow, I’ll always rationalize “Its too small a pepper; better add a second small one just to be sure.”
My salsa is the stuff of ‘football games & beer’ legend, but people who like mild won’t ever try anything by my hand.
On the bright side, any tape worm you have will fly out of your butt in flames, skree-ing…
Same here. Glad I am not the only one.
Counting while putting gas in the car. Counting while waiting for a take out order to be ready. Counting the items on the grocery belt. Numbers numbers numbers…
I think most people do this because it is more of a habit and one does it so often, it isn’t thought about.
You must be very good looking and awesomely genius. Because I am and I thought that I was the only one. 
I suddenly don’t feel like my strange and unexplainable habits are alone anymore.
I toe-floss, wash and dry in a certain order, count and sort things in weird ways.
I do just the bottom one.
Also, when I’m in bed, I often lie on my back with my ankles crossed, so that the tops of my feet are together - and then interlace my toes.
I have one.
If I get one hand wet, I immediately have to get the other one wet as well. The sensation of one wet hand gives me the willies. In fact, I just had a back shudder thinking about it.
I have one - for whatever reason, when I’m watching TV or a movie, I really like to have both arms over my head. If I can’t put my arms up while doing this, I get very annoyed. I like to sleep like that, too.
From 8:30 a.m. onward, my work machine’s windows in the taskbar must be:
Outlook Windows Explorer (folder view enabled) Spectra …then any other programs I don’t use as often. It annoys me if they are not in this order.
I do this and also have to rearrange any toppings on a sandwich before I can bite into it. I make sure all the pickles, onions etc are evenly spaced around the sandwich and if all the mayo or ketchup is smooshed to one side I have to spread that evenly too. Its really only an issue when out to eat. At home I prepare it nice and evenly myself.
I try to do this but I sometimes don’t eat much and end up screwing myself by running out of room before I can finish the good stuff. It sucks when that happens!
Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I do the same thing also when I’m, for example, putting down a glass and it doesn’t get set down “right”…I have to pick it up and put it down again.
Another thing is I CAN’T have a ceiling light on without also having a lamp on. It bothers me SO much. This only goes for living rooms and bedrooms and similar type rooms, not bathrooms or kitchens. But I found myself actually somewhat avoiding going in my daughter’s room because she’s always turning on her ceiling light without her lamp and I just can’t take it. I guess it just seems cold and stark to me, unlike the inviting warmth of lamp light.
I have a similar habit, except I prefer just not having an overhead light on at all. I prefer several, dimmer lights around the edges of the room than one bright light in the center. It just looks nicer to me.
When I was a senior in high school, my teacher for a creative nonfiction class had us write essays about strange habits we had regarding our own bodies. Some of the class responses were pretty interesting, though I recall it took us awhile to get past mundane ones like “I pick my nose” or “I spit on the sidewalk.”
Some of my own body-related habits: I chew around the insides of my cheeks constantly. The inside of my mouth looks rough and mangled, and it’s caused me to be leery of taking a cheek swab (because of a vague fear that I’ll leave whole patches of skin on the swab). Funnily enough, only one dental hygienist has ever mentioned it–everyone else either doesn’t notice it (unlikely–they know an abnormal mouth when they see one) or chooses to ignore it.
I also pick at the skin on the sides of my fingernails so that I can make a rough edge. I rub this edge against the finger next to it because…I dunno, it just feels nice. Used to drive my first boyfriend crazy, because according to him it made this very faint clicking noise. My current boyfriend doesn’t complain about it, but he always makes sure to slide his hand into mine whenever he notices me doing it. I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the time.