I was 11 when I quit sucking my thumb… we had moved again and the thought of new people knowing finally made me stop. It’s nice to know I wasn’t alone.
The embarrassing thing I do now is: I discovered my one cat has a thing for earwax one time when I got some on my finger and she went nuts when she smelled. So, it’s weird but I let her lick my finger. Not often… but it’s funny.
That song’s called “Tubthumping”.
I talk to myself. A lot. In fact it’s increasing, as I live alone anyway. I ask myself questions in my head, but answer them out loud.
It can be embarrassing when I do it as I walk down the street, another thing that’s increasing. I figure one day I’m going to be one of those crazy people who sit on the bus yelling to invisible people.
I have about twenty Barbara Cartland novels in a box, shoved to the back of my closet. You’d think it was a porn stash or something, from the way I keep in concealed.
Sometimes when I’m in bed, I’ll pretend I’m in some kind of comfy space-travel pod. I rarely ever do this anymore, though. <casts eyes downward>
Adam
I put hamsters in my mouth. The record is probably four or five, but they might not have been fully grown.
Incidentally, I don’t find this embarrassing at all, but my wife (and increasingly my daughter, sad to say) does.
The hamsters love it.
Baker, you distaff or spear?
desperately stifles richard gere joke, turns red, runs out of the room with eyes watering
Does Richard Gere keep hamsters? He’s a Buddhist, isn’t he?
That’d be the Budd, Bob.
When playing music, I lip-sync and dance along, pretending to be the singer.
It can be a little embarrassing when I’m doing the dance that goes with Jan Ken Pyon, for instance. Or pretty much any other time I’m pretending to be a chirpy Japanese pop singer. >_>
You talkin’ to me?
I dig in my asshole, and then smell my finger. If the cat’s around, I let her smell it and then crack up laughing.
I often let out streams of frantic, nonsencial syllables and sounds. When I was young, it was so bad that my mother took me to several therapists out of worry that I had tourette’s or was having some sort of seizure.
Doesn’t she lick it?
Distaff
When the cats follow me into the bathroom, I let them sniff my undies. Sometimes I grab them by the face and kiss their lips (my husband would kill me if he found out).
I got all you thumb suckers beat. I sucked my thumb until age 21.
Another comic book geek here! My family knows I still have them and keep them in the protective bags (but this only because they help me move…and there are 4 boxes of them;))
Just like the D & D guy, my boss can be a bit of a idiot…so I pray he never finds out.
I’ll even have a rainy day of pulling them all out and read dozens and dozens of them.
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You must have a lot of dough.