Which of your own habits do you find most irritating?

I edit too much. I don’t mean my own writing and speech so much as I mean things other persons say. For example, I’ll be listening to NPR, say, and hear Terry Gross say, "We have with us tonight Ian McKellan, renowned for his role as the magical wizard Gandalf in Lord of the Rings. Automatically I’ll mutter, “You don’t need the word “magical” in that sentence, Terry. Why wasn’t that edited out?”

Then I’ll want to kick my own ass for being too picky.

But that’s just me. Which of YOUR habits makes you want to slap yourself when you notice it??

I tend to pick at my hair a lot, both hair and facial hair. It makes me look nervous. I like doing it though; I just find I do it too often.

I also mumble a bit at times, and have a poor sense of direction.

I clear my throat too often.

Nail biting.

Oh dear, where to start?

The most irritating would have to be my sheer inability to sit still for five seconds. Either the foot is tapping to a random beat being spewed off the radio waves coming out of my head or I have a good, loud pen in hand. (Ethereal Freak of Pinkness would most likely agree with this due to my love affair with “clicky pens” may tend to drive people up the walls/drive nails into their last nerve.)

I use the word ‘like’ too much. It’s, like, really annoying. I have no idea when I started, and usually I don’t even notice any more, but as soon as I think about it… grrr. I can’t stop though.

I make myself feel better by noting that basically everybody under 30 seems to have the same habit, and I hear it so much I almost don’t notice any more.

My inability to awaken before noon :frowning:

I procrastinate way too much. And I bite my nails.

I don’t just bite my fingernails. I obliterate them. Sometimes when I’m in the middle of biting my nails, I’ll come to my senses and realize that I’m chewing on my bleeding fingers, and only THEN does it start to hurt. Up until that point I’m just merrily biting away, completely oblivious to what I’m actually doing. There has not been a single day in the past 15 years of my life that at least one of my fingers didn’t hurt from the destruction I cause.

Also I let the dishes stack up for at least a day (usually more like 3) before I wash them. I can deal with that, though. I actually CHOOSE not to do the dishes, so I know I can fix that. I never choose to bite my nails; it’s as involuntary as scratching an itch or yawning.

I often add an upward inflection at the end of my sentences that makes me sound like I’m asking a question?

I snack to much, which has led to my annoying growing belly/mantits.

I correct the pronunciation of people speaking on the radio.

“This broadcast was made possible by the Wellington Maaaang-egh-ment Group.”

I think I am trying to hold back the tide of the Great Vowel Shift.

I also correct their grammar. All in all, I talk to the radio too much.

Never finishing personal projects that I sta

I giggle a lot. I assume it is a nervous habit.

I also have the tendency to cut people off in mid sentence which has me saying “I am sorry , go on” way to often.

I swear way too much. This is definitely a recent development. For years I worked in customer service so I learned to be very professional and polite. Since I moved though, I’ve been working in factories. The first one was the pretty bad. My coworkers swore A LOT. I picked it up. The fact that I hated my job didn’t help. The next place I worked was even worse than the first. The men there were just as bad as the first job and I hated the second job more. So, I started swearing even more.

Now, I love my job. But all my coworkers and my boss swear just as much, if not more than I do. Being surrounded by it all night makes it hard to train my brain and mouth to stop. Luckily it’s not something I’m going to get in trouble for at this place. But, I can’t seem to turn it off when I’m not at work. My sister and her boyfriend (who work for the same company which started my swearing problem), also have horrible issues with swearing. So, it’s very difficult for me to get away from it long enough to break the habit.

I hate that I do it because I know it makes me sound like an idiot. I am not an idiot. So far I’ve managed to not totally make an ass of myself in front of my mom or grandfather but I’m sure it’s inevitable.

I interrupt people. It drives me batty. When I catch myself, I apologize, and ask them to finish what they were saying, and try to listen, rather than just planning what I’m going to say while “waiting my turn.” It’s a terribly rude habit, and I wish I were a better listener. I’m working on it, but it’s a horrendously slow process.

Correcting others far too often. Slanting my head when talking on webcam.

I babble when I’m nervous or around new people. It’s to cover my shyness. I hate it and am working on it.

Also, I usually don’t think to find my glasses before I take my contacts out at night. Then I spend ten minutes wandering around the house with my hands extended, hoping my fingers will feel my glasses. You’d think I’d learn, but it’s been almost twenty years since I started wearing contacts and I bet you that I’ll do it again tonight.

I read that and wondered how snacking affects your pet mantis.

I pick at my face, too much. Around my mouth and on my chin. I’ve done it for years. Even at my (almost) last Dopefest a delightfully precocious little girl asked me why I kept picking at it. Nervous habit I guess, that I continue to do even when I’m not necessarily nervous.

I chew on the inside corners of my mouth, which is painful and distorts the face in an unpleasant way.