Emphasis mine. Your SDMB communication, apparently, isn’t held to such a rigorous standard? 
This isn’t a quirk. This just proves you’re human. 
Indeed! I don’t even preview posts! 
I cannot eat warmed over meat. There is just a certain “taste” to it that I cannot stand- doesn’t matter if it’s heated in the oven, on the stove, nuked, or under the armpits of Cuban nuns- it “tastes of the grave” somehow. There are a few people I’ve met over the years who know exactly what I’m talking about as they’re repulsed by the taste as well, but most don’t understand- I’m wondering if it’s a particular taste bud sensitivity somehow.
There are certain voices that I simply cannot listen to if given a choice, and if I have to I have difficulty understanding them as they tend to drone. Nancy Grace is one such voice- it’s not just the horrendous accent but the pitch, the cadence, EVERYTHING.
I definitely know what you’re talking about when it comes to beef. I love fresh beef, but reheated beef (especially roast or steak) smells really disgusting to me. I don’t notice it with other kinds of meat, though.
That reminds me, I have another minor, quirky hangup. I’d rather not discuss it, though.
I can’t eat jello because I’m freaked out by the way it moves. It’s not a taste thing- I’m sure it tastes delightful. I think it’s that I wouldn’t know what to do with it when it’s in my mouth. Swallow whole? Chew it? Doesn’t seem right to chew it because of the consistency, but swallowing it whole seems equally problematic. I don’t even like to watch other people eat jello.
I just put it in my mouth and kind of let it melt a little. I even swish it around a bit sometimes as well. Then, well I swallow. It’s a bit like fruit juice at that point, but it slides down the throat much smoother.
I get happy when I finish off a cooking ingredient. Not things like canned tomatoes or beans, where you commonly use the entire package for a single recipe. Things like pasta, flour, spices… I was so happy last night, because I was able to use up the last of a bag of whole wheat elbows. Of course, this means I have to replace them, but I finished off the bag! Yay!
Susan
:dubious: You DO realize that the inside of every building used to be outdoors at one time, right?
(don’t hurt me:D 
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I hate the number 19. Hate it. how can you hate a number? I don’t know, but I do.
I also hate socks. I’ll wear socks with my shoes because I have to, but I will not ever wear socks without shoes. I hate the way socks sound when they rub against each other. It makes my teeth itcy. I hate the way they feel when they rub against any material. I hate them so much. My husband is not ever allowed to wear socks around me. Sometimes he’ll forget but I always notice when he’s wearing awful, hateful horrible socks shudder. When I do notice, I’ll just say his name, and he’ll sigh, roll his eyes at me, and take them off.
My hatred for socks goes back years. To before Kindergarten at least. And it doesn’t end at socks. People who rub their nails over pants or jeans drives me crazy. I would rather listen to people scrape their nails down a chalkboard.
It’s because it’s prime. Prime numbers suck, although mostly ones that are two digits or more. 5 and 7 I can stand. For some reason, I actually really like 11. But primes bigger than that can go to hell. 17? 19? 23? 31? They’re all just foul.
Especially since that’s usually the case for all buildings/open spaces at some point.
Two quirks I have (that I’m willing to talk about):
I don’t care about black or blue ink, but red ink bothers me if I’m not writing something that I purposefully want to call attention (edits, etc.).
It bothers the hell out of me if a pen doesn’t have a cap on the non-business end when I write. It feels and looks off-balance. I’ll still use the pen if I have to but I’ll be annoyed. I’ll end up either looking for a cap or getting another “fully functioning” pen to write with.
I refuse to eat tomato on a ham sandwich – the taste doesn’t bother me, it’s just that the colors are too close together and that just ain’t right.
:dubious:
One of my others quirks, when I don’t have a red pen to circle mistakes, is that I always highlight the word right before the one I really mean to highlight.
Another is I don’t know how to use preview to see that someone else has mentioned a typo - due to the traumatic “previewing” incident from my childhood.
Man, you guys made me think of a few more of my quirks- argh, I’m so OCD!
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[li]I can’t eat cheese that was melted, but has now cooled. Cheese on pizza- those little stringy bits- ick! I don’t do like most people and pull the stringy cheese onto the slice I’m grabbing, I pull it off and drop it back in the box. However, oddly enough, I can eat cold pizza, I just can’t have hot cheese on the slice and colder stringy bits hanging off of it- it all has to be the same temperature.[/li][li]The onl day of the year I really care about my food touching is Thanksgiving (or Christmas or similar stuff-yourself holidays). Then, sweet food can touch each other, like sweet potatoes and carrot souffle (if you haven’t had this, it’s delicious. Tastes like pumpkin pie!) and gravy-food can touch each other (like meat, potatoes, bread, stuffing) and vegetables can touch each other. But peas cannot touch sweet potatoes, nor can they touch the gravy in any way! I guess I only care on holidays because usually, I’m not eating that many different types of food all at once.[/li][li]No one is allowed to be naked in my presence while wearing only socks. It’s Very Vaguely Creepy to me, to only cover your feet. [/li][li]I also don’t like if someone is standing near me, when there are seats available. It makes me nervous, like they’re poised for flight or something.[/li][li]Straw wrappers, sugar packets, or the little papers around napkins in restaurants, must be folded neatly and piled together. If someone uses cream in their coffee, the little containers must be neatly stacked, and all the waste paper fitted neatly inside. I do this even if someone has already crumpled their straw wrapper, I must un-crumple it and fold it neatly.[/li][li]Same with cigarette wrappers and foil. I must take the cellophane and wrap it up in the foil so it’s a neat little ball.[/li][li]I compulsively straighten business cards, brochures, and whatnot on the counters of retail establishments or offices. Drives me nuts if they’re a mess.[/li][/ul]
Yeah, I hope that’s it. I never truly appreciated before just how crazy I am.
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[li]No one is allowed to be naked in my presence while wearing only socks. It’s Very Vaguely Creepy to me, to only cover your feet. [/li][/QUOTE]
Heh heh heh: http://youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU
“Now I’m down to just my socks, and when I’m down to just my socks, you know what time it is … it’s Business Time!”
Ok, 5…I read all of your quirks in understanding silence, but this I simply must blink at. Why? Why do you have to highlight the word *before * the one you really mean to highlight?
I know I’ve said it once, but allow me to repeat: y’all crazy. :dubious:
I hate when people take up a lot of room under a table with their legs and feet or they touch my pants with their feet. Once is okay, but if they do it multiple times, I’ll get annoyed.
People who have problems making plans in advance. They call you up and say “Where are you now? Do you want to do so-so?” It’s okay to do this sometimes, but if this is the only way they see you then it’s annoying.
I’ll second this one, though it might be my own hangups that make me annoyed with it Since I didn’t drive for almost 14 years (and now I’m back to not driving since my car died and I don’t have the money to fix it), I had to plan my time around traveling from point A to point B. If I was walking or bicycling, it took me longer than somebody with a car. If I was taking buses while going about my day’s business, I had to know exactly which buses I needed to catch, at what times, and I would plan my trips accordingly.
All that planning things out carries over into other areas of my life. So when a friend calls and says, “hey, let’s do such-and-such”, my initial reaction is always to decline the invitation, because I’ve got my day/evening all planned out already. I also absolutely hate stopping in the middle of something I’m working on and picking it up later. I guess that I just don’t like unfinished projects.
But call me the day before and say, “Hey, can you do such-and-such tomorrow?”, and I’m good to go.
Oh, God, I thought I was the only one. Ice cream is meant to be licked off a cone or off a metal spoon. Wooden ice cream paddles are an offense to nature and should be burned at the stake.
I have to have my work software modules open in a specific order. If for some reason, the fourth module closes due to an error, I have to close module five and then open four, followed by five.
It’s a bitch when my e-mail shuts down…that’s the first thing I open. Then, depending on what I’m doing, I have to shut down another five or six modules and then re-open them so they’re all in order.