I always swallow pills by taking a sip of water first, and then kind of inserting the pill into my mouth. I dont remember any traumatic pill incident as a child but I have done it for ages and ages. Sip of water, pill, swallow.
When I am all happy and warm and just about to fall asleep, I tend to rub my face against my pillow like a cat scent marking or something. I do not notice doing it usually, I more notice when I havent done it , and as soon as the thought occurs, I have to rub my face against the pillow.
When i was young, I was fanatical about food not touching other food on my plate. When told it would all mix in my stomach, I said I had individual pockets in my tummy for different foods.
I narrate my activities and also have big elaborate imaginary arguments with people. i say this, so they respond with that, so i will say this other thing. It gets quite heated upon occasion.
I am sure I do a lot of other weird things that just arent coming to mind now.
My brother claims I am the only woman he knows who keeps a Dremel tool in the bathroom. I use it to sand away callused skin on my feet. Mind you, using a carpentry tool for this purpose is not for the faint of heart nor the heavy of hand. But it is a much better value than other callus removers - and I can use it for carpentry purposes as well!
Sometimes when I see my cats napping, I’ll clap my hands twice like I’m the Sultan of Arabia and say really loudly: “Come cats, I wish to be entertained!!”
I must be a feckless sultan as they have yet responded to my demands.
I have visually inspected the walls and ceiling of every bedroom I’ve slept in for the last 3 years, every night, to make sure there are no insects or crawlies. One experience with a house centipede dropping down onto my bare leg in the dark was all it took. I do it right before I turn out the lights and if I get into bed and realize I forgot, I have to get up and turn the lights back on again.
When I see anything cute/adorable (baby, cute girl, cute cartoon character, etc.), I say, “Eeeeee!” When I’m talking to a cute girl and her story is about a bad time or event, I say the “eeeee” at a lower pitch. On emails, I’ll type the “sad eeee” as “…eeeee…”.
Example: “Eeeeee! Hi, cute female person! How are you?”
Girl: “Just got a parking ticket. Sucks ass.”
Me: "…eeee… yes, it does.
I went through a period where I needed to have my legs tugged on. My hips felt weird and if I laid in bed and had my then-bf tug on my leg, the hip would feel better.
New Yorkers eat with huge friggin’ forks. No one understands what I’m talking about, but the forks here are like giganto-sized. I keep trying to eat everything with a smaller salad fork when I’m at a restaurant.
I practice swimming with only my legs or only my arms, in case I’m in some odd situation where I’m paralyzed below the waist or have to grasp something in my hands and at the same time swim to safety.
My Grandmother, visiting New York from Atlanta, raising the fork she found beside her plate in a restaurant: “It must be the serving fork, no lady could possibly fit this thing into her mouth.”
My brother, being 13 years old at the time, and wellyouknowhowboysthink was reduced to a heaving crimson mass of guffaws.
I pick my hamburger up off the plate using my fingers, with my thumb on top to hold it; moving it up to my mouth automatically inverts it, so the top half of the bun is on the bottom.
And I don’t put ketchup anywhere near anything that I intend to eat.
You’d probably look at me really funny, then - I usually just work up a mouthful of spit, toss the pills into my mouth, and swallow, without taking a drink afterward…
I avoid deleting letters if I can avoid it to…save electrons? I don’t know. For instance, if I type ‘straght dope’, I’ll move the cursor to the middle and add an ‘i’ instead of deleting and writing it over.
It gives me a tiny measure of happiness when I can recycle a letter from an other word and use it for a correction. For instance, when a word ends in a ‘d’ and I type a ‘g’ or something and also the first letter of the next word, which might be ‘devil’. Then I can just pull the d back a couple spaces and type a new one. Weird. I know.
We have a sign outside the clean room listing all the items that are prohibited in the clean room (food, drink, paper, pencils, rust. Yes, there is a line item for “rust”). At the bottom of the sign it says “Read this sign every time you go into the clean room”.
I use my tongue to push the toothpaste a little more firmly onto the brush. Apparently this is weird and unusual enough that several roommates and friends have commented on it.
I think it stems from camping as a child… where my mom would put some toothpaste on my brush and then I had to walk a ways to the nearest water spigot or bathroom to get water and then be able to rinse, etc. I was worried that the toothpaste would fall off. (Not sure if it ever did.) Long story short, it turned into an ingrained habit that I do unconsciously to this day.
For TP gowns, that is.