I always put my left sock on first. I’ve tried putting my right sock on first and it feels absolutely wrong. Also my left leg has to go in my trousers first, ditto shoes.
I often gasp involuntarily. It’s almost like a hiccup but not quite. Usually happens around when I’m eating, I think, but not always.
I often sing or hum anywhere and everywhere, even walking down a hallway or whatever. If I’m in a particularly good mood I’ll even do it in crowded places!
Wow, I’ll bet you’re uber popular.
As for my own idiosyncrasy, I avoid moisturizing lotions, as I’m already plenty moist.
Also, socks absolutely must go on before trousers.
If I’m eating a roast chicken dinner I have to eat all of the vegetables first and leave all of the chicken until last. Any other meat can be eaten along with the veggies though.
Having worked in an environment with lots of static electricity, I now have to touch ALL door handles with the back of my hand before opening them.
This is me, too. I’ve come to learn that psychologists consider this a sign of maturity (delaying gratification). Me? Mature??
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I always save the best for last too. The opposite of my father who always ate the best first in case there wasn’t any room left for the best.
I like to eat dessert first because as much as I like sweets I like real food better.
I didn’t want to admit to doing things in even numbers too because I thought that was too crazy but I’m glad I’m not the only one.
I’ll purposely misunderstand things too, but I usually do it to annoy people I don’t like.
ex:
my mother’s bf: your mother has told me so much about your father, he sounds like he was a great guy, we could have been friends.
me: oh I don’t think so
my mother’s bf:why not?
me:he wouldn’t like anybody who is dating his wife
I don’t like finishing things. I’ll stop reading a magazine or newspaper article in the penultimate paragraph; I leave house projects mostly completed (eventually I’ll get back to it, but it might be months later); and
I always read a book of short stories in deliberate random order.
I almost always put my shoes and socks on first because it is harder to deal with shoes when you are wearing a Utilikilt, which I wear almost everywhere (except bicycling).
I very very rarely use contractions when I write.
Heh - my husband and I had a very good laugh one day talking about Spectacles, the Greek God of Eyewear (pronounced Speck-ta-klees).
I do try to finish all my food at the same time - not really consciously, but it sort of ends up that way.
Other than that, I’m perfectly normal!
I also save the best for last when I eat anything.
I separate my M&M’s by color and eat my favorite color last (dark brown, light brown, green, blue, yellow, red, in that order).
I don’t wear shoes in the house.
I almost always wear skirts rather than pants, especially around the house.
I won’t keep any animals that have to be contained, like fish, birds, rabbits, ferrets, mice, hamsters, etc.
In Sarasota there was a business called The Christmas Shoppee. Not sure how they wanted to be pronounced.
Same here - mostly!
I have a pond in my yard; it’s a summer home for frogs, but also mosquitoes. It’s a pain in the ass scooping out the egg rafts every day so I decided to “save” a few feeder goldfish some years back to deter skeeters. They spend summer in the pond, but it’s not deep enough for them to survive winter. So they come inside every year and live in a big tank in my mudroom…the surviving 10-for-a-dollar feeder fish are 5-6 inches long now. 
Also the even-numbers thing with a twist. I decided at some point in my childhood that four was my “lucky” number. So I tend to do things in fours. Sixteen works too, since it’s 4 x 4.
I will only use two types of writing instruments: mechanical pencils in .05mm only or black pens. Math equations, science notes and general school notebooks: .05mm mechanical pencil. Never a Ticonderoga #2 or similar device, must be a mechanical. Everything else: black ink, gel or fountain pen. No rollerballs and for god’s sake never ballpoints. Never ever ever blue ink, only black. The only exceptions to this are when I have absolutely no choice: signing a credit card slip in a restaurant with a provided pen, for instance. Even those instances are exceedingly rare because I always have a black Pilot G-2 or a simple Sheaffer fountain pen on hand: I keep one in my pocket at all times. Sitting around the house all day in sweats and an old stained t-shirt? Have a black gel pen clipped over the collar. It’s not because I use a pen all the time, but because when I do by god I better have the right one on hand.
If I get called on it I come back with, “I have a degree in English. When I break the rules on purpose, it’s art.”
When someone else is talking I like to find unitended words and point them out. Like if someone says, “You’re in for a surprise!” I’ll say, “You said urine.” I’m impossible to be around if a sports announcer becomes fond of referring to a game as a “Home opener…” . That’s not entirely true. I’m impossible to be around most other times as well.
Spek-ta-klees, the Greek god of eyewear! The mighty hero Tes-ta-klees! I love these!
Bar-na-klees must be one of Poseidon’s minions, then.
Ditto. I was blindsided into an aquarium for my daughter, against my strong personal preference to have NO “little animals in cages, ever” - and after two loads of fish died off, my point was made for me.
Well, that only makes sense. I’m trying to figure out what Testaklees is the God of - men’s underwear?.
I hate “regular” pencils, too. The only kind of pencil I can deal with for my sudoku/kakuro addiction is a .05mm mechanical (I do tolerate colored pencils when useful).
My husband insists in using fountain pen if at all possible, I’m more flexible. Fine point, preferably black ink, and I’m happy.