Not sure if it qualifies but I looooove floor plans so much that I’ll pick up those apartment guides at the grocery store even though I have a house and never plan to live in an apartment again
Oooh, Sleeps reminds me that I love looking at new mobile homes so much that I’ll just stop and do so even though we already own our home and have no intentions of selling or moving.
Level, plumb, square & true! I’ll notice if your paintings are not straight on the walls. Yesterday we went to a newly built restaurant. The top step was a good 1/2" off on the right side, the stain on the speaker boxes does not match the roof stain. So many electrical fittings - switch plates, plug plates etc are not mounted squarely. I’ll follow the line of the tile to see where the tiler started and why.
Long fingernails on men squick me out. If I’m talking to a man who has long finger nails (or that one long coke nail on his pinkie) I just get creep me out.
I have a really hard time shaking their hands or letting their hands touch me. We used to have a pastor that wouldn’t trim his nails very often - and he would gesture from the pulpit, from a fist to splaying his fingers out so that you could see the long nails brush against his thumb - shudder
I asked my mom if it would be rude to put a nail clipper in the offering plate since he didn’t seem to have one.
Just freaks. me. out.
I do that too. Hey, it’s part of the movie. Someone spent a lot of time designing the graphics for that. And it’s usually the best part of the entire score. And of course, there’s always the possibility of an Easter egg at the end.
I never saw (the musical version of) The Producers in theatres. How many people got up and left when the credits rolled? There was like 20 more minutes of the movie, and it was some of the best footage in it. The last 20 seconds were the best part of the movie!
I don’t know that its very quirky, but if I am running late (for anything) then my whole day is pretty much crap. Even if I don’t have to be at work at a specific time, and I still have plenty of time to get there, but am running later than the norm, I get all crabby.
In retrospect, I guess its not a quirk, I just get crabby a lot.
I didn’t used to, and I rarely paid attention to my own. But over the past few years I’ve repeatedly heard from people that are squicked out by it, and that trim, clean fingernails are just proper male grooming. Now I’m acutely aware not just of my own fingernails, but those of others. Unkempt fingernails now really bother me.
I hate that, too. I don’t like people standing behind me, walking behind me, or hovering behind me. Standing in line with people who are practically touching me makes my skin itch the whole time I have to wait - I desperately want to ask them to back the hell up, but that would be rude, so I don’t. I think I may have been a desperado in another life.
When you are using a microwave, if you take the food out before the end of the time, you must clear the remaining time. Don’t just walk away with your food - close the door, clear the time!
susan, that’s me too. It’s almost a pathological thing that I have to do if someone else hasn’t. There’s so many of these quirks that we share… pehaps they aren’t so bizarre after all?
I do the major part of any cooking as early in the day as possible. I’ll boil the pasta, make the spaghetti, steam the vegetables, or whatever - as soon as the coffee kicks in, sometimes at 7 a.m. I got into this habit when I gave up working and became a SAHM. I hate and dread the idea of having to cook a big meal in the evening, I want my evenings free! …
Along those lines, I like to have all major undertakings done, or at least started, early in the day.
I cant stand having anything in my front pockets—Cell phone, wallet, coins, you name it, it will either be in a coat/jacket pocket, or in my back pockets. (cell phone will be taken out of the back pocket before sitting down)
I guess its because I am already naturally lumpy, I dont want anything to add to the visual effect… (or something, I dont really know why it is such a ingrained thing with me)
Mostly with food: I have to save the best for last. When I was a kid, I always sorted my Halloween candy, and ate the things I didn’t care for first. Even now, I eat the red M&Ms last. I eat around the edge of a sandwich, then the middle. I eat the crust edge of pie (including pizza) before the point. And if I’m eating cake, I save as much of the frosting as possible till last.
I’m usually very bad at noticing the passage of time in terms of longer time periods, although I’m very punctual and notice minutes and such most of the time. Hence I have a tough time telling you what year a particular movie, song or something came out. It also means that I often don’t remember exactly how old I am - I just do the math from the current year less my birth year and unless someone is asking precisely I just round up even though my birthday is in July.
Likewise I usually only have a vague idea how much money I make. I know the vicinity, but the actual amount. It’s just not that important to me. It’s enough, I wouldn’t mind more but I don’t need to know the actual amount (I know it right now within $5000/year and I know roughly how much goes in the back every half month). This seems to throw off recruiters hiring folks when I look for work and they want to know what I made at a previous job or how much I’m looking for.
I’m finicky about my butter. If I see old crumbs on a stick or tub of butter from a previous buttering engagement, I refuse to use it and will seek out the brazen crumb litterer for a well deserved scolding.
I avoid driving situations where I have to make a left turn against traffic with no stop sign or traffic light present to assure eventual turn completion success. I feel that the possibility exists for the cross traffic to flow and be spaced in such a way as to prevent completion of my turn, forever. Rather than take the chance of being stuck in place for all eternity, I’ll drive out of my way to find an alternate route wherein I’m not at the mercy of a potentially unyielding traffic pattern or the whim of an empathetic driver courteous enough to let me through.
I’m nearly obsessive about not being late to appointments, but still, I nearly always manage to be a couple of minutes late (might have something to do with finding alternate driving routes to avoid left turns).
I examine old photographs closely to make sure no paradoxes exist, like finding an iMac on someone’s desk in a 19th century daguerreotype. I’m a little uneasy during the inspection lest I do find some illogicality, in which case I would expect the resulting ominous sensation to be as Stephen King describes as “sliding”. This would not be a good thing.
I’m a bit embarrassed about my phobias regarding a variety of living things, including potently venomous snakes and spiders, large predatory cats, Nile Crocodiles and Grizzly Bears—but only if they are in close proximity to me and display overt signs of aggression. I’m considering cognitive-behavioral therapy to overcome these debilitating irrational fears. 
I am pretty easy going and don’t get pissed off by much at all. If people treat me badly I just shrug it off but for some reason I hate people apologizing to me when it’s not their fault.
I’m not looking where I’m going and almost run into you and you, presumably by reflex, say sorry and I feel like grabbing you by the throat and saying, “it was my fault not yours!”
I have no idea what the hell it is all about, I just resist the urge to respond.
That reminds me: When I’m looking at someone’s snapshot (including those of Dopers), especially indoor shots, I always check out the background . . . looking for what kind of furnishings they have, what’s on the walls, what books do they read, how messy is the place, etc.
Just want to point out that in Florida (you’re still in Florida?) there are, in addition to the things you’ve listed, large dangerous alligators, sharks, stingrays, jellyfish, black bears, and a high crime rate. Plus the traffic can be fairly dangerous. They are often in close proximity without your knowledge, although it would be a wonder if you noticed the display of aggression before one nabbed you.
If you like I can add you to my distribution list for whenever one of our locals gets done in by one of these: “Poor Daisy, never even saw that coming…”
You’re welcome
This seems to be a common condition as I too am not keen on being touched or even standing near to people I don’t know. And with the exception of family am not keen on being touched by anyone else. It must be obvious as I inadvertently flinch if touched unexpectedly.
As above it’s not about germs, more about personal space and comfort.
Cat Whisperer and Walker in Eternity, you would hate me. I’m a total hugger.
But that’s because I’m highly convinced that society as a whole is losing the value of human interaction. And when I was single and living in Denver, I found myself severely low on hugs. Since I tend to hang around with a pretty geeky crowd with many single people, I know that for some of them my hugs might be the only ones they get for long stretches.