Years and years and years ago, we had this fantastic thread called “Odd Little Habits You Have” in which people shared their quirks. It was a hilarious read, and frankly, I could use another reminder that the rest of the world is as strange as me.
I microwave all of my fast food as soon as I get it home. Normally, food temperature doesn’t matter to me one way or the other, but my cheap burgers and tacos must be at maximum hotness.
I have two special coffee mugs that are for my use only - fancy Contigo travel mugs. Coffee does not taste as good when it’s not coming from those mugs, though I will begrudgingly drink it from a regular mug if I must.
As I stated in the “childishness” thread, I always say “hi dog,” when I pass a dog (or “hey horse,” “hi cat,” ect). If I see a deer, I call out “hellooooo deer!” Loudly. If possible, I will roll down my car window and slow to shout it at the poor, bewildered creatures.
When I’m shopping for clothes, I like to keep my confidence up so that I don’t start negging on myself in the mirror, decide nothing looks good, and leave with nothing. So what I do is pretend that a sexy celebrity (whoever I’m most into) has seen me walk into the mall and is crazy into me. I pretend he’s just outside the dressing room, flirting madly and trying to get me to let him in for a quicky. My goal is to get him to take me out to dinner first. I did this today (hence this thread), and you know what? I buy sexier, cuter clothes every time!
I’ve got about a million and three weirdies because I’m pretty CDO (yep, right order), but I’ll mention three food and drink ones:
When I drink from a cardboard coffee cup, the the seam has to be against my fingers (i.e., 180 degrees opposite to my mouth).
When I eat a hot dog with my right hand, the fat/top side has to be to the left, against my fingers.
When I open the paper from a straw, I always look at both ends, because 98% of the time, one side is (or seems) more evenly or cleanly cut than the other; that’s the end that goes in my mouth. My wife hates me everlastingly because this one rubbed off on her.
I count steps on any strairway I use. I’m currently living in an upstairs apartment, so I can confidently tell you that the stairs have 16 steps. Being a computer programmer, I recognized that if I counted in hexadecimal, that I would always end up at “10.”
Counting in octal results in ending on 20; quarternary ends at 100.
Trousers (yeah, OK, “pants”), socks and shoes have to be put on in the order left leg / right leg, left foot / right foot, left foot / right foot, otherwise I get a small sense of unease.
Although I’m not actually convinced that’s that weird, even though anyone I’ve mentioned it to seems to think so. I remain convinced that most people do this naturally, but they’re just not aware of it.
Every time I leave the house I call to the pets that “I’ll be home later, I love all of you!” So they know I’m coming back plus if something happens to me my last words to them were that I love them. I started this when I was 20 and got my first apartment alone (just me & the cats.) There were 2 weeks after all my pets had passed away and the house was empty which messed me right up. I’d say it to the empty apartment.
I don’t think *mine *is weird; I consider it hygienic (okay, maybe a little weird)…
When I drink through a straw, when I’m done with that sip, I put my tongue over the opening of the end that’s in my mouth to keep any liquid that is mixed with my spit from dribbling back into the container.
When eating, I always “save the best for last.” This means that sandwiches, including burgers, are eaten around the perimeter, saving the middle for last. Pizza and pie are eaten crust first. Heroes, hot dogs and bananas are eaten ends first, then toward the middle. And don’t even ask about layer cakes.
When I was a kid, this often proved to be counterproductive. On Halloween, I’d save the best candy for last, only to have it stolen by my older brother.
Didn’t you post this like ten years ago? (I mean that in a good way)…
There was a MPSIMS thread ages ago where someone replied to “I’ll be home later, I love all of you!” with “And I always tell my pets to be good while I’m gone.”
Well, damned if that didn’t rub off on me. I started with “Be back at 5, be good!” but it’s morphed into long monologues:
“So I’ve got that meeting at 4, but that’s downtown so I’ll grab a cup of coffee at that new place, you’d love it, if you weren’t a dog, and probably get home 5, 5:15ish. There’s a beer in the fridge if you evolve opposable thumbs and a step-stool. Call 911 if you get bored.”
I feel like I have a lot of these but it’s hard to come up with them because they aren’t weird to me.
When listening to the radio in the car, I must go through all my preprogrammed stations in order. When I arrive at my destination, I return to the first station so I’ll be able to start at the beginning again when I get back in the car.
I won’t eat food that isn’t what I consider an appropriate color. Blue and purple are never appropriate. Red is on a case-by-case basis. Food coloring is right out.
I don’t touch my face unnecessarily and don’t want other people touching it either. If my nose itches, I rub it with a lock of my hair. This comes from all the years I had acne and was told not to touch my face. See, it makes perfect sense!
The sound of laughter frequently annoys the piss out of me. Last week someone in our office was playing that video of the woman wearing the Chewbacca mask and I had to leave because I was grinding my teeth to powder and getting ready to strike someone.
Hmm, these don’t all quite fit the thread, but I’ll post them anyway.
I do a variation of that, because I have three cats and two dogs. I’ll pick one of them to be in charge: “Max, you’re in charge,” or, “Sweetie, you’re in charge.” I try to rotate to keep it fair-- don’t want any union problems.
When I go to the segregation unit to see patients there, I tell my security officer that I’m off to the happiest place in the institution, and if I don’t return, he/she is to avenge my death.
I’ve never understood the old saying, “He puts his pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else.” I always put both legs on at once. Sit down, grab each side of the waistband, lift both feet, insert feet into pants and pull, plant feet on floor, stand up, zip fly.
