I am disturbed that I cannot self-identify any of my own idiosynchrosies, and am convinced - at this moment - that I simply don't have any.

As I have quite a few neurocies, I find a lack of idiosynchrosies hard to believe. But there you have it.



(Maybe if zapppop regains his posting ability before this thread dies, he'll be able to identify a few dozen of mine)

Some of the same:

I'm a nail biter, or nail clipper, extraordinaire.
I'm a picker, can't stand scabs or any type of rough spots, have to pick at them.
I am a typo spotter as well, if a post is too painful to read, I skip them.
I must sleep with one foot out of the covers.
I'm a candy pair eater, they must be in 2s - same colors. Odd pieces go first.

Some that are just me I guess:

I'm a control freak and have a hard time when others do not see that something needs to be done and just do it.
I like my shirts folded with the arms to the center back, not in half like DH likes. Towels must be in thirds.
I am compulsively on time for stuff. I hate to be late and will be cranky if I am.
I use windshield washer fluid up by the gallons. I like my windshield clean and probably wash it 1-2 times every time I drive somewhere.
I need to have air circulating when I sleep, a fan or breeze from the window.
I have to keep a chapstick of some sort in any car I drive, in my purse and in my desk. Within arms reach basically.

I'm sure there are more, but I can't think of them at the moment.

-I add the numbers on license plates all the time.
-I hate being late, too.
-I hate people who are late for movies and then ask me to move over. OR they just have to get by and do the 'excuse me excuse me excuse me' thing. Get there early, dinglecheese!

Oooh, the movie thing....I hate people who pretend that they are injured or handicapped so they can get into the theatre first, thereby saving seats for their twenty relatives in the process. We got to POTC-II early (we were third in line) and when we went into the theatre a woman was holding practically an entire section for her family, in the row that we had wanted. She had a cane so they had let her go in first, but I know she was faking it; she went to the restroom several times and got popcorn and drinks as well, which her 'able bodied' family should have done. Not a limp in site until she caught me glaring at her; then she started dramatically gimping her way back to her seat.

I usually shake it more than twice.

Speaking of...

-I hate double pee stream. Now there's something women don't have to worry about.

My favorite above-the-urinal poem ever -

"No matter how you wiggle and dance
The last drop ends up in your pants."

^especially on commando days

I have tins of lip balm: on the end table in the living room, on the coffee table, on the bookcase next to my bed, in my desk at work, in my bookbag, on my computer desk (2, I think), in the bathroom. I don't keep it in the car because it'll melt, but when I lived up north I did. If I get a bigger place, I'm going to have to buy more tins of lip balm.

I try to stay away from the chapstick-type stuff since all it does is make me feel like I need more when it wears off. My lips actually absorb the olive-oil based stuff (yay Badger Balm)--took a little getting used to, but now I don't have to carry lip balm in my pocket, since I don't need it as often. But I still don't seem to want to move more than a few feet to get to lip balm. Odd.