None. I make everyone else suffer from them.
Hm. Well, I like to bite other people’s nails. My ex boyfriend (with whom I maintain a physical relationship) puts up with it, but finds it fairly odd.
I doodle in the margins. My top ten subjects seem to include metro stations and logos, the Olympic Stadium, pentacles, and the like.
I raise my hand far too many times during lectures.
I talk to myself out loud about political theory, trying to rephrase arguments in my mind.
I sing along with my walkman.
I proofread EVERYTHING. If something is misspelled on a menu, I can’t order it because if they can’t even spell it right…I also correct people’s speech. I’m not nearly as bad as I used to be, but right now I work with a girl who’ll “axe” you a question. AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
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Me too! It simply must come from the top.
I’m really anal about soap, shampoo, and toothpaste. My father throws the soap away when it gets down to just a thing bit. It drives me insane! I always stick the sliver to the new bar. I keep shampoo and toothpaste upside down to get the maxim product from them. I just can’t throw it away if I think there’s another brush worth in there.
I plot the demises of a lot of people, too. A fella I work with has a few annoying habits of his own. He starts every sentence with “Well,…” I mean every damn sentence! And he says “right?” at the end of every sentence. “Well, I went to the store, right? Well, I saw that guy from school who was in that class with you, right?” And in the car, he won’t leave the radio alone. He has to fiddle with it every 17 seconds. ARGH! My best friend and I have plotted several ways for him to suffer.
I’m sure I have more but don’t notice them. I’m sure my friends could point out some more.
I am honored Canthearya, truly. Especially considering the competition I’ve seen on this board. Of course, now you’ve met Scarred, too. So there are two wierdest persons. Which is better, really.
This way it’s even.
The best lack all conviction
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Lyly, I find it amusing that you have such an intense feeling about words being spelled wrong and yet, you use characters from Winnie the Pooh in your sig!!
I refuse to let my children (not that I have any yet but you understand what I mean) watch Pooh for that very reason. How can you expect your children to learn to spell things correctly when almost all the signs in Pooh are spelled incorrectly and half of the letters are written backward?!!?? (For example, the sign on Rabbit’s [“s” backward] Howse !!!
Um, I guess this is one of my idiosyncrasies!
Born O.K. the first time…
If you are born again, do you have two belly buttons?
I absentmindedly chew pens, even other people’s. I also admire my bruises – if I get a bruise I’ll have to look at it again and again. I got tangled up in my screen door and got a baseball-sized black bruise on my leg, and I had to look at it every chance I got, see how it looked under stockings, etc. It’s nearly gone now, and I’m sort of sad to see it go. Weird, huh?
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I talk to myself a lot too. Usually not mumbling; more like I’m giving a lecture. I generally imagine I’m talking to the last people I talked to about that subject, which can be really annoying if the last people I talked to about that subject were dopes.
I love to play with candle wax. Just swishing it around the candle is fun, but I prefer repairing holes in the walls of candles (those big cylindrical ones always seem to lose one side to melting before the other). Needless to say, I’ve made lots of messes with candle wax and am pretty good at cleaning them up.
I hate to throw away a match with any unburned would left. I usually hold till it almost burns my fingers, or longer. That way, almost everything that I throw away is black, and I’m much happier that way.
I really hate those little regions that are formed on car windshields by the wipers. I always fantasize about retrofitting a type of windshield wiper that would leave no area unwiped, so there would be no “large droplet” area around the margins. I actually carry a squeegee, partly to feed my idiosyncracy and partly because I don’t have a rear-window wiper.
Wow… where to start…
Im oversensitive, sometimes to a fault
I doodle constantly. Let there be no spare piece of paper lying around that I havent doodled on. I’m especially bad when I’m on the phone.
I chew pens to the point that everyone at work just knows those are Sue’s pens and its a constant source of humour for them.
I sing out loud all the time without even realizing it until its pointed out.
I always open the left side of my cigarettes first.
I twirl my hair when I’m nervous
I am me… accept it or not.
There’s an old thread on annoying habits.
NUTS
Anything with crust-Sandwich, pizza, etc. I eat the crust first. This has got me strange looks in the past.
I also find myself lifting my feet when driving over railroad tracks, whether I’m driving or not. And yes, I know it’s a stupid habit.
This is more a problem and obsession and I **do]/b] suffer from it. I no longer find shoes that fit my ankle, a bit large and low for an ankle. So I have a dozen pairs of shoes in training(weekend use).Only one in 3 pairs graduate to everyday shoes, the others go to goodwill.