Tell us about those things you do that surely no one else does. And also those things previously thought surely no one else does, but they do.
Mine: I’m pretty sure no one else has made it an important enough issue to sleep close enough to the center of the mattress (and avoid overly compressing one side which would make it lopsided) as to go as far as to put a piece of label tape on the head and foot boards as a guide to where dead center is.
OTOH, I previously thought I was unique in my shower behavior until I saw a web comic describing similar techniques of using ones body to redirect the flow of water and banish unsightlies from the shower wall.
I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few adults who enjoys pretending to be a slug or an octopus. I would say I do this 4-5 times a week. I would love to meet my kindred spirits, though.
I didn’t realize until recently that ‘‘Cat Mom’’ is a pretty common expression among cat owners (as in, ''I’m trying to be a good Cat Mom!") Also surprisingly common: Mama’s Baby Kitty. I think it’s kind of funny that we all seem to have come up with it independently.
when picking a newspaper or magazine out of a stack of them, I grab one from the middle, not the top, so I get a fresh one.
when eating a hamburger, I like the ketchup on the plate so I can dip the burger in the ketchup, not on top of the burger. Otherwise, you miss out on ketchupy goodness.
Then I met Mr. Athena, and he does both those things. No wonder we got married!
How does one go about pretending to be an octopus?
Why would one want to do this? For what purpose? I would assume to illicit laughs from others in the room, but could this be for your own personal enjoyment?
How often do either of you exhibit this behavior?
Maybe you both should start an “Ask the people that pretend to be octopus’” thread.
I also get the second or third item back in the grocery store so as to avoid taking the one that who knows how many people picked up, scrutinized, compared with the offbrand, scratched their ass with…ok, maybe not that last one, still, I feel better if I don’t take the very first carton or jug or whatever.
I have specific slots for each card in my wallet. I thought it was unique until Sheldon in Big Bang Theory said something about “unallocated credit card slots”. If anyone can direct me to the exact quote I would be thankful. I think it’s in the episode where he goes for a conference.
Yeah, I think most people do this. I still have cards that don’t have a slot, but that’s only because I don’t have that many slots. I do have specific slots for: Library card, credit card, debit card, student ID card.
I’m a grown-ass adult, and I still read the newspaper comics.
Slightly bizzarre, though, is that I always read the Sunday color comics back-to-front. Eons ago my favorites were on the front page so I saved them for last, and now that the order (and my preferences) have changed, I still do this. And I still think to myself, “You weirdo.” Every time.
Athena’s post reminded me: I usually eat my burgers upside-down. That way, the thicker upper bun soaks up all the condiments. That’s not weird, though. That’s THE RIGHT WAY TO DO IT.
Oh, and I put ketchup on my hotdogs.
(d&r)
I like weird creatures, I have a vivid imagination. It’s not hard to go from there to octopus. Usually I do this only around my husband, in the form of undulating around the room and then slowly wrapping my arms around him while making tentacle-sucking noises (I love how they have those little suction cups on the bottom of their ‘‘feet.’’) It is not in any way a sexual thing, but more of a childlike wonder thing, because the weird creatures of the world make me happy. I mean, we can imagine monsters and all sorts of other things, but the truth is the most fantastical creatures we can imagine already exist on this planet.
As far as slugs go, I feel sluggish a lot. So you know, sluggish. Remember that Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin oozed his way out of bed in the morning? I love that strip.
I mean what it comes down to is I really enjoy molluscs and cephalopods. My favorite animal is the sea slug. A close friend of mine, who is a successful artist and marine biologist, made me this sea slug drawing as a graduation present, and it’s one of my most cherished possessions. I think he looks a lot like my grandpa, but my husband doesn’t see it.
I keep Sir David Attenborough and Morgan Freeman in the back of my head to narrate my life and environment as if I’m in a nature documentary.
“Here we see the phouka entering her diurnal habitat. As usual at this hour of the day, she is under-nourished and grumpy. The other office denizens know well to keep their distance until she begins her happy caffeinated chirping.”
“Alone and unobserved in her bathroom, the phouka often breaks into song. Should she hear a noise indicating another is nearby, she falls silent until she is assured once more of privacy.”
I mentioned my habit in another thread a couple of years ago, and three or four people quickly chimed in that they do it too.
I live alone (mostly) and narrate what I am doing out loud.
I can do several voices and practice them.
“Here we see Gagundathar cleaning the shower using his patented technique to avoid hurting his back.”
You know, it sounds amazingly lame when you read it on a computer screen.
I never pour myself a full glass of anything, except for coffee.
If I am pouring diet soda, lemonade or even getting water from the tap, I am filling about half way and that’s it. Even if I know I am chugging the whole thing out of being practically dehydrated, I am pouring a half glass. It’s pretty subconscious and I only notice when someone calls me out on it.
I don’t like my drinks cold. I don’t like them hot from the sun, but just room temperature.
When I remove my shoes/sneakers/, I pull the laces such that they don’t touch the ground.
