That’s perfectly normal. I always make sure that the last bit of food remaining on my plate is a nice piece of meat.
And my last mouthful of M&Ms is always red ones only. An even number of red ones. That I chew on the left side of my mouth. That’s where they belong along with the orange and yellow ones. The blue, green and (yuck) brown ones go to the right side.
I don’t like throwing away things that have cute little drawings on them.
Another one:
I play a mental game (when my husband is driving) with the display on the car radio. We have Sirius XM and it’s set to display the names of the artists currently playing. Six channels are visible at once. To amuse myself, I try to link the artists. For instance, today I saw
[ul]
[li]Bruce Springsteen[/li][li].38 Special[/li][li]Bad Company[/li][li]Dire Straits[/li][li]Lenny Kravitz[/li][li]Widespread Panic[/li][/ul]
It seems to me that .38 Special in the hands of a Bad Company in Dire Straits could result in Widespread Panic, so I’ll call that a link. Bruce and Lenny go together because they are male first names, though that’s pretty weak sauce and besides there’s only two of them and I like sets of three. However, if you put them together you get another famous name (Lenny Bruce) and *that’s *kinda cool so I’m going to award myself a point.
It’s pretty much Calvinball.
But clever, so props to you.
Whenever I’m gardening and disturb an ant colony, I panic in a tiny ant voice “Aah! The legends were right! We should never have forgotten the old ways!” or just “It’s a giant face! Grab the larvae and run!”
Oh, and I never wear matching socks. The style must be matching, but never the colours.
**Yes, yes and yes! ** I have to get rid of the crusts (1) because they aren’t as good and (2) because they are scraggly and uneven. I am left with a symmetrical piece of all-the-same goodness.
I’ve thought about starting a thread about whether as kids, folks ate their least favorite or most favorite thing first. My brother would jump right into the meat and potatoes and then be stuck with the veggies last. I always got the “bad” stuff out of the way first. I think it says a lot about us.
Yes.
When I was little I would always eat the cherry in fruit cocktail first. One day I saved it for last instead, and said “Look Mommy, I ate my fruit cocktail like a grownup!” My mom said “A grownup would have just eaten it and not worried about where the cherry was.” :rolleyes:
Hee. My brother and I would have to make sure of even cherry distribution between us. I’m sure I left mine till the end and he ate his right away!
We would also fight over the piece of fat in the can of pork and beans, since there was only one (unlike the multiple cherries in a can of fruit cocktail).
I honestly don’t think I have any weird habits, at all.
Does that in itself make me weird? 
I can’t think of anything either. I try hard to not fall into ritualistic or superstitious patterns of behaviors, and I have zero OCD tendencies, so that doesn’t leave much room for weird habits.
I don’t find that strange, odd, or weird at all.
Do you warn the inmates there that your operatives will avenge your death? And do you point out that some of them are Vulcans?
No, but you might have more fun if you invent a couple…
I love coming up with quirky habits, but maybe that’s because I’m doing them to liven up my day, and not out of any OCD.
I guess it’s the difference between "And now I MUST hop exactly 103 times to get to the bus stop or I’ll have to start over and miss the bus 
" and "How can I make walking to the bus stop interesting? I know, hopping! 
"
I talk nonsense to the critters when I am brushing or digging ‘stick tights’ out of their fur.
I am still alive because I talk nice to the airplanes I flew.
I have nick names for everyone and I use them if I can and for business people while I still worked I would not use that name when visitors or customers were present so I got away with it a lot.
I tell the nearest critter what I am going to do instead of talking directly to the humans present. Zeus, lets go to the mail box, Devil, are you going to the garage with me? Stuff like that.
All kinds of eating rituals but not with absolute “must do every time” requirements as I automatically note all the things or reasons that qualifiers like
always,
never,
every time,
everyone,
no exceptions,
and so on bother me so much that I have a hard time not debunking them even if I don’t say anything to the person. Gets me in trouble here on the SDMB too.
::: sigh ::::
But I have no illusions about being weird, I know I am and agree with that diagnosis …
When I am waiting at a stoplight with the turn signal on, the “clicking sound” sounds like a drum beat to me. I will then use my fingers as mini-drumsticks to create other drum beats that synchronize with the turn signal.
Anywhere I’m away from home, I’ll drink coffee out of an old boot if I have to, but at home, it has to be from one of a set of four ironstone mugs I inherited from my parents.
Like many others here, I greet the neighborhood cats whenever I see them.
When I come in the door from work, I always say, “Honey, I’m home”. I live alone.
This one’s a little hard to explain. In the morning, when I pick up my deodorant stick, I let it go for a moment so that it kind if flies up in the air, then catch it. I have no clue how that got started.
Lord, reading this has made me realize I have a ton of weird habits.
I, too, moo at cows as I drive by. I also whinny at horses.
I used to live by Eliot, ME and every time I saw the sign I’d have to say “Ellll-eeeeee-ot” in an ET voice and do the finger thing.
I also compulsively count stairs. The last building I worked in had a set at each end of a long hall and one end had 20 stairs and the other end had 22, which perplexes me. I always took the end with 20 because I’m lazy…
Who doesn’t greet animals they’re approaching? 
When I’m headed out, I tell the cat and bird I love them and to be good. I also remind them “no eating your sister” (both are female).
I eat in even numbers of bites. M&Ms or similar get consumed in even numbers of the same color as far down the bag as I can do that.
Fun!
My deodorant one is not knowing when to stop applying if it is a solid stick. My life got infinitely better when they came out with sticks where you can click out a set amount and when it’s been spread out, you’re done.
I moo at cows.
The car radio volume must always be an even number.
I tell the cat “good-bye, be good, I love you!” every time I leave the house, and I always greet him with “hey buddy!” when I walk in the door.
I always turn the TV to the same channel before I turn it off for the day.
I take the same path through the building at work every day and I always try to park in the same parking spot.