What are your idiosynchrasies?
 

You know, those little quirks you have that make you unique?

When I make a sandwich, there must be balance. For example, I cannot have a glob of mustard on one part and a barren portion on another.

I flip my pillow at night to find a cool spot.

I separate my trail mix into pleasing taste combinations. For example, I can't stand raisins and chocolate together, so they must be separated and not in the same bite.

What idiosynchrasies do you have that help make you who you are?

I love Ovaltine in my coffee

I will eat colored candies in groups of color - all green M&M's first, then blue, then red, etc.

When I'm doing a repetitive task or am general idle, I will randomly count things.

Tori thinks I'm a clean freak, but I really am not. I just wage a losing battle against entropy on a daily basis. I also cannot stand it if pictures aren't straight- I've been known to go around other people's homes adjusting their wall art. Hanging stuff Gallery style was a major breakthrough for me, but it still has to be linear and organised on some level. I also obsess about leaving things plugged in- anytime I go anywhere I have to go around unplugging things so our house doesn't blow up.

Besides checking for new LoT messages every 10min you mean?

Chewing on ice.
Running Yellows
Extremely stealthy blanket stealer

Chewing on ice is a sign of a vitamin deficiency- B vitamin, I think. I used to do the same years ago, until my doc caught on and put me on mega-vitamins. The compulsion just went away on it's own.

Oh great, so now I have a complex. Oh well. At least there is a support group out there for me...

I love grilled onions but cannot stand their raw counterpart in almost all foods, except mexican for some reason, and occasionally salads.

I very much prefer to enter Disneyland through the tunnel closest to city hall. I've been entering on the right side since I can remember and have no desire to change.

I want hot foods hot and cold foods cold. I get cranky when this doesn't occur.

I like mustard. I like mayo. Mixing them is an abomination.

Oh, and I'm a master pillow flipper as well, scaeagles.

My wife was a big time ice chewer until she discovered the same thing, WB.

I sort my M&M's and eat the colors seperately. Same thing with jujubees.

I don't like food all mixed together. Cafeteria type trays are the best.

When I doodle I make a square, half it into two triangles and color them in using differernt patterns, repeat.

I was trying to remember the word "entropy" recently. Thanks WB.

Let's see, I do the pillow flip thing too. I also tend to cuddle with the wall 'cause it's nice and cool.

I unconsciously twitch my nose a lot. I think I do it far less than I once did, but I know I still do it.

I'm a chewer, always have been. Thankfully I've stopped chewing my parts of my clothing to the ponit of destruction as I did through jr. high. But pens, loose straps (like a camera strap), any small item within reach of my idle hands, my beard if it gets too long (that one drives CP nuts).

Similarly, I'm a fidgiter. Specifically, I can't stand to have idle hands. They're in my pocket messing with my keys, or they're grabbing at something small to flip, twist, tear, open, close, whatever. Always something.

My wife, being a school teacher, has broken me of this one with pain. She looks at 25 kids all day, most of whom fidgit constantly, so when I do it, she's had enough and typically smacks me.

Now we know where Munchkin gets his habits. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.

I was just thinking the same thing. CP now lives with two rabbits. :)

If there is anything at all obscuring my view of my clock when I go to bed, I won't sleep. Even if I can still read the time, if there is anything there it has to be gone. Unfortunately when I go into my room during the day, I usually set things right in front of the clock, so I am my own pain in the ass.

I'm an ice chewer, leg shaker, nail biter, knuckle cracker and a pillow flipper.

If I drive through a yellow light I always tap the dashboard, I don't know why. One of my friends did it, and I still do it even though I've severed connections with that friend.

I always go though the front door at work, I never use the back entrance unless I'm sneaking out.

I prefer to not listen to a song in it's entirety even if it means switching to the next song with just a few seconds to go on the current one. I love it when one song transitions into another one, less work for me.

Wow, reading back on this I'm messed up.

I have a friend who taps the roof of the car. Never known anyone else to do it.


Me...
I like my colored candies balanced. if I have a handfull, there have to be even numbers of each color. I'll eat the stragglers, then one from each color.
Two of each or four... two straglers, they go first.

I flip the pillow. A lot.

I pick at things. Strings, fuzzies on blankets... I can shred my clothes by pulling on a string.

If I break a nail, I have to cut them all.

My food/ beverages, need to be lukewarm. I cant do cold, it hurts my teeth, and hot makes my roscea flare. Warm thank you.

I count things. All the time. Very Monk like. Bricks, lamps, people, groups of people...

I am A perfectionist that starts too many and far too elaborate projects than I can complete to my own satisfaction.

Love technology, tools & gadgets

Hate bad customer service, Rudeness without reason & poorly cooked brussle sprouts.

Have a visseral reaction to very dry things in my mouth or watching others akin to fingernails on a chalk board which I also don't like.

Oh and I find getting my haircut a very sensual experiance.

I don't know if the sensual is the right word but I know where you're coming from. I find it to be very relaxing, I wish there was way to tell the lady to take her time without sounding creepy.

Cupboards ought to be closed. I will close yours if you leave them open.

What would it take to get you to follow CP around while she's in the kitchen?

Another one comes to mind, thanks to Freaki Tiki...

I set the clock in my bedroom an hour and ten minutes fast and have been doing so for as long as I can remember.

My theory has always been that when the alarm goes off, I have to think about what time it actually is. By the time I have figured it out in my groggy state, I'm awake enough to stay awake. Otherwise, I would wear out the snooze button.

Oh, Toilet paper!

The the paper needs to come over the top. If I'm at someone else's house, and I need to use toilet paper, I don't care how rude it is, I make sure the paper comes over the top of the roll.

I must have balance when it comes to my person.

If I scratch my left leg, even if the right leg doesn't itch, I will typically scratch it so they are the same.

That's interesting, leaving cabinet doors open tends to be, in my experience, a habit of people not tall enough to hit their head on them.

Most of my idiosyncracies have just been fading away as I get older. I used to only eat one item on a plate at a time (that is only the mashed potatoes until they're gone, and then the corn until it is gone, and then the chicken, etc.) but that seems to be fading.

While I think my personality in general is indiosyncratic I'm not coming up with anything physically specific. Probably something other people would better identify.

Hmmm... I'm pretty short.

GD, were I in your home, I'd close your cupboards for you (or I'd try really hard not to be bothered by their open-ness). There's not much I can do from here.

Didn't mean to imply that all shorter people do it, but that taller people who would otherwise tend to have the habit quickly receive the negative-feedback that cures it.

That doesn't explain why I can't stand for them to be open.

I have too many to list.

That must cause quite a problem when you... Errrr, that is when you... ummm

Perhaps it is big enough to allow for balancing.

l can vouch for MF's cupboard-closing habit.

I can’t stand food all mixed together on my plate. I just don’t understand how people can go through a buffet line and just pile everything together into one big mess. <shudder>

I hate it when restaurants plop your garlic bread right down on top of the spaghetti sauce. I can’t stand soggy bread!

If I’m eating potato chips (like with a sandwich), I have to sort them by size. I eat the crumbs first, then the small pieces, then the broken ones, and the whole ones last.

I must have my orange juice in the morning. If I don’t, I’m a raging ***** for the rest of the day.

Hmmm… All mine are food related. That should worry me….

I can't read about other people's excentricities without permanently taking them on myself. Thanks a lot guys.

There are plenty here that I share with many of you. (I don't like food mixing on the plate, I flip the pillow a lot, I sort candies by color and eat every type of item in trail mix one at a time, among other things.)

One item I didn't see here - I am repulsed by the practice of putting milk in cereal. I can't stand to watch people eat it and I certainly don't do so myself. Even worse, the sound of someone slurping the milk/cereal combo off their spoon sends me cringing. I do occasionally buy cereal and snack on it from the box.

I'm completely normal. I have no idiosyncrasies.

I'm a compusive "straightener." Last week, while standing in front of a co-worker's desk, I was caught absently aligning all of her files while we conversed. :blush: Luckily, she thought it was cool. She's one too!

Speaking as a hairdresser, it's not creepy so long as you refrain from moaning and keep your hands on the outside of the cutting cape at all times.

Okay, now I'm feeling weird, 'cause I always keep my hands beneat the cutting cape, so as not to have a pile of hair on my arms. And now you're telling me, I could have been... Damn, why didn't I think of that?!

I touch my face a lot. Some of it has to do with being self-concious, but it's usually influenced by what I'm doing. If my attention is rapt while learning, watching something, listening, etc., I touch my lips and nose alot. And it's a TERRIBLE and specific habit. It's usually with my middle and ring fingers pressed together, and with just the tips of those fingers I press against my lips and then my nose, and back and forth and back and forth. It's SO odd but I've done this, or something very similar to this, since I was a kid. Similarly, I'll press my thumb lightly against my lips/nose while my pointer and middle fingers play around with my cheek.

I'ts an idiosyncrasy in the strictest sense, because I've never seen anyone doing anything remotely like it.

Can you? I don't remember closing any of yours. :confused:

I touch my face constantly. I couldn't really wear much makeup if I wanted to because it will be gone in an hour.

I always mess with scabs and I have no clue I'm doing it.

Pillow flipper, twitcher.

Interesting about the ice chewing. I'm an ice chewer and I grind my teeth a lot. (insert ecstasy joke here) I think I'll look into the vitamins...

I whistle...

I have a feeling it may get me killed one day as I do it unconsciously while I work or walk. Not loud but alot. I also tend to talk to myself out loud while I work. Not as noticable as it used to be in this day of cell phones and earphones.

I (and other people) could probably think of alot more

:blush:

No, its a sign that one isn't getting enough sex.

Um, this makes no sense. If you go enter through the tunnel closest to City Hall, that is the tunnel on the LEFT as you go in.

And Susan too?

I have this odd ability to zero in on typos. Working in the print business, this is good, but I have no idea where this "talent" came from. I am more prone to finding them if I am not looking for them. My eyes just zoom right to them.

The sound of someone chewing their food drivess me insane. I will sometimes start to hum if I can hear someone chewing.

I twitch and sometimes have a hard time time sitting still. Although I am gettin past this.

I know Susan would gleefully point out MANY more...

I leave the lees of liquid at the bottom of any glass, cup, or bottle I drink from. Unless I'm drinking water. Not that I mean to do this purposefully. (I think my subconscious must think that backwashed water must taste fine as opposed to backwashed juice or milk or soda. To my subconscious, I say 'eww, we don't backwash!')

My brain will get stuck on a phrase and a rythmn. If I think of song notes or a natural rhythmn (e.g. clock ticking, water dripping) my brain will stick in a phrase along with the rhythmn and I'll keep repeating it in my head without realizing I'm repeating it.

I have a unibrow (that's not my idiocyncracy, really) and since I so frequently have to pluck it, when my brain is in ponder-mode I'll sometimes absentmindedly reach up and seek out ill-placed brows to pluck.

Ever since I was a child, when I start to get sleepy I touch my left forearm. I don't even realize I'm doing it. Nowadays Tom helps prevent that by touching my forearm for me when he tucks me in. It is my body's auto-off mechanism.

Odd that a post about typos would contain several, particularly from someone who is normally so good about not making them....;)

That's abnormal.

Could it be a carry over from the womb? I ask because baby Jade is always touching her face. She'll suck her thumb while pressing her nose up and rubbing her cheek with her other fingers. When she isn't doing that she'll be rubbing her eyelashes. The girl cannot get to sleep without something to rub. Lately it's the thumb, cheek rubbing, while rubbing my armhair with the other hand. I think that some people are just very tactile by nature.

I take the pillow flipping to a new level. Every night I flip to the side and up and down so that I am sleeping on the opposite spot that I slept on the night before. That way the pillow wears down evenly. I must have my two pillows or I can't sleep. On occasion I've been tossing and turning and couldn't figure out why until I realized that Michael had one of my pillows. Damn straight I woke him up and made him give it back. Last night he found himself pillowless because for some reason Indi had his pillow. I offered him one of mine, but I was so grateful when he refused because I wouldn't have been able to sleep otherwise. When my pillows get too flat and I have to replace them, it is a rough few nights of adjustment.

I'm scared of garages. Particularly at night. When I have to go in the garage at night I hum a song for bravery. For some odd reason it always ends up being, "From the Halls of Montezuma."

The real reason I'm afraid of garages is because I'm afraid of roaches. When I was a kid we moved into a house that had been abandoned for a few years and had a really bad infestation. They creep me the hell out.

If I have to walk through a dark house I leap through touching as little floor as possible. See above.

I must pee immediately before getting into bed. Even if I just went two minutes ago. I don't even realize that I'm repeat peeing until I think about it.

I'm a picky eater. No really I'm a SUPER picky eater. Example?

1. I hate peas. Despise them. Any meal with peas takes forever to eat since I have to pick every one of them out BEFORE I eat the meal. I can't eat my food until its all out. Even if its not the main course.

2. I don't like tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, pickles, and just about every veggie except corn, broccoli, califlower and celery. I don't like a lot of fruit like red apples, mangos (except in alcohol for some reason), cantalope, and mellon.

3. You know those plates with little separate sections? I love those plates. I hate when my food touches other food. Like potatoes touching my steak or the veggies floating in chicken or my salad in my main course. I can't have chips touching dip. It's a serious problem. Which is why I tell people to ignore me when I eat. They always find it highly distrubing as I push my food away from each other.

4. Worse, I have to warn people about when I eat a steak (btw: WARNING if you get grossed out easily don't read the following) because I like my steak rare. Not medium, not medium rare, not even rarely medium just rare. I won't eat it raw but I like it more like lightly passed over a flame. I know gross right? Yea well can't say I didn't warn you.

I'm pretty sure this all stems from being an only child. My mom certainly seems to think so!

On #4, back when I ate beef that's how I preferred them, not quite but almost blue rare. I used to say that I wanted one final moo to escape as I took the first bite.

I went to a farm near me to buy raw (unpasteurized) milk one time. The guy that ran it ate everything raw. I assumed that he stuck to fruits, veggies, nuts, that sort of thing, but in the course of the conversation I found out that he ate anything and everything raw. Raw chicken, raw beef, raw eggs. Two dozen raw eggs a day to be precise. It was the primal diet he said. He claimed to have cured himself of cancer with it. Now, don't get me wrong, I do think that diet can help cure cancer in some cases, and if he said he'd been in remission for two years then I have no reason not to believe him. I think I'd rather be radiated than eat raw chicken though.

It was all a plot to confuse you. Yeah, that's it.

Actually, it is a jumbled mess. I was cutting and pasting part of it while talking on the phone and let's just say that I don't multitask well.

I have to go through the tunnel on the right, the one furthest from city hall.

-Skim Milk or Soy Milk... never 2%, Whole etc.
-Watermelons, nectarines, apples must be crunchy or I won't eat 'em.
-Don't like overly sauced foods.
-Don't like too many toppings on my ice cream.
-TP roll = over the top (if you have cats = over the back)
-On every trip to the park: enter on the left, must ride POTC & HM and must walk through castle once.

to name a few...

I could have sworn we made a thread awhile back talking about this stuff. Anyone know where it is? I tried looking for it to no avail...

Oh, ok, I forgot about that. I tend to straighten merchandise. Put things back where they belong, make them face front, etc. It drives my family nuts.

I know that I touch my face a lot, and bite on my fingers to concentrate, but I am trying to break that.

I always feel like I've missed something if I don't see my Swans at DL or poke my head into Disneyana. Actually, I can live without Disneyana, but I always feel sad when I don't see swans.

Yesterday, I was sad.

I often count the number of letters in words or phrases, not out loud though.

Reading this thread has made me realize one thing: Humans are weird.

I seem to remember a movie where there was a quote to something like "Just bring the cow over and I'll eat what I want".

I'm actually trying to avoid a lot of beef now just because it's supposed to be bad to eat it rare. It's still darn good tho!

We're not weird, we're SPECIAL!

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.

What about this one?



:D

:confused:

(Never mind- more of that TMI stuff, right?)

No, I don't care if it's TMI. WTF is double pee stream?

Bless you, LS. HAving four brothers, I thought I'd heard everything, but this is a new one.

Good lord! Does GC have......two pee-stream makers? Conjoined cajones? Dualing John Thomases? :eek:

And KB, if you post that pic of the surgically split wanger, I'll murder you.

What if I post one? :p

NSFW!!

Curse you, Matt! You snuck in under the radar. (*Mental note: KB and Matt= NSFW).

And women think that they know all there is to know about men. Ha!

May the words "double pee stream" haunt you to your dying day.

(in other words, I'll let some other adventurous soul explain it)

Actually, it's exactly what it sounds like .... but now I want someone to scientifically explain it.




(oh, and I'm moderator-tormented about whether or not to remove CoasterMatt's link before it does someone irrevocable psychological harm.)

Too late.

Well you could just update it to a link showing a photo of Bush&Eisner.
Oh, wait never mind. That would be worse.

I'm not scientific in any way shape or form, but I'll give it a shot.

Wenchybeth, most times when a guy pees it comes out in one stream. Then suddenly for no apparent reason, the stream splits into two streams. Sometimes you have to adjust your aim because DPS could cause both streams to hit the floor instead of the bowl. I don't know why this happens more to some and not others. There aren't two penis holes. Sometimes the opening to your dick hole gets scrunched in your undies and causes this double pee stream effect. So it's always wise to make sure it ain't scrunchy before you pee. Sometimes when you're at a series of urinals with other men, from the side of your eye it looks like someone's fondling his bishop. In actuality, he could be unscrunching himself to prevent, you guessed it, double pee stream.

This may explain why women think men have terrible aim. It may have more to do with DPS.

DPS sometimes causes embarassing pecker trails on your khaki pants. If this happens, while washing your hands, sprikle some water all over your pants. It will make it appear that this watery mishap happened while washing your hands. If you exit the restroom wiping your wet hands on your pants, everyone will think that you're a bad washer and not a pants pisser.
I hope this answers some of your questions concerning DPS.
Thank you.

For some reason, GC's explanation of DPS reminded me of the United Appeal for the Dead scene from Kentucky Fried Movie :)

I think your descripion should be published in some sort of medical journal.

Well done. Bravo!

Thank you for the clear explanation! We who are without pecker (even pecker-by-proxy) generally don't know these things.

Even with pecker-by-proxy, we usually use them for differnet functions.

Although it might be wise to replace "dick-hole" with "urethra", just to give that additional touch of authenticity. :)

We could start our own. The LoT Medical Journal for Laymen.

Imagine if Peggy Hill went around saying Hank had "a narrow dick hole".:D

Dick hole = hole in dick
Wang hole = hole in underwear.

Yes but whats worse than the DPS is the waited too long after clearing the snorkel first piss. That can be more than two streams high initial pressure and you had better look out as down isn't the only angle it might come out in. Any direction and all squirlley like which seems to be the norm...

Now that is TMI :eek: :rolleyes: :blush: :D

I'm addicted to Chap Stick. MUST have some on me at all times. Basic black only - none of the scented stuff.

We're actually one and the same. Have you ever seen us in the same place together?

Thanks for the explain, GC! Now, everytime I see see a guy with sprinkles of liquid on the front of his khakis I 'll know he just suffered a DPS incident.:D

I have to sleep on my stomach

I have to have a shower before I race
I have to have the number zero at the end when I race(superstition)I always do better when I have it.

Some beers must be served only in a bottle.(Heineken ex)

I'm not sure if this qualifies as an idiosyncrasy or not, but in the last year or two, I've been forgetting to zip up my zipper. A LOT. Don't know what brough this on?

I simply can not sleep on my stomach. I've tried it and can never fall asleep that way. Weird.
I sleep on my side. There's this ritual I do before I fall asleep. I start on one side and then as I'm about to fall asleep, I have to turn to the other side first. Then I fall asleep.
I also sleep with a pillow under my head, one to hug and one betwixt my legs. (It's supposed to be good for your spine.)
:)

It doesn't. It's actually called being a flasher. And I'm not at all surprised. :p

No, mine are all scented ones. Dr. Pepper is a favorite as well as orange and grape at the moment. I also have peppermint hanging around at the moment too.

Ok, here's my major idiosynchrasy (read: mental instability):

You know how you have a bunch of pens and pencils? Way too many to ever use? And just when you start using them up you get a bunch more for free? And sometimes they just disappear far before you've used them up?

I hate that.

I love it when you use up a pencil. Get it so damn small that it hurts your hand to use it. You get to actually throw it out! Same goes for pens. A really trusty pen that is with you for 5 years and dies a natural death is a great thing. At my old job I had actually seperated out the small pencils and used them exclusively. I think I used up 5 pencils in my time there - awesomeness.

I dont' know why I actually attribute some emotion to this, but I do.

Same goes for notepads and many other consumables. You know when you pull a Q-tip out of the box, and another Q-tip clings to it and falls to the bathroom floor? Then, of course, you pick it up and throw it away - no way that floor Q-tip is getting into your ear. Well isn't that kind of sad? Cotton grown, trees milled, bleaching and processing and packaging, only to never reach usefulness, to be discarded before its time? I swear, it actually makes me sad (though only really minutely sad, obviously).

Now you know!

Yea my QuackoPractor says that sleeping on your stomach is bad. I have heard the same about a pillow between the legs. I know it is weird.

Because of sleep apnea, I had to switch from sleeping on my stomach (the ONLY way I could previously sleep) to sleeping on my side (tried sleeping on my back, but there was no way that was gonna fly).

Besides the fluffy feather pillow under my head, I have a body pillow betwixt my feet and legs and a third pillow to hug.

Alsthough I cannot sleep on my back, when I first go to bed (or after I read for a while), I enjoy fluffing up my pillow and placing it on it's side, placing my head down on it so that the pillow then wraps around my heads (and most importantly; ears), and placing an eye pillow over my eyes. Sort of a slight sensory depravation to help wind down the day. I guess it is semi-meditation to help me get to sleep (something I hadn't of until I typed this out).

I am always writing with a pen until it fails or leaks. In fact, I'm to the point where I'm going to have to order more (my favorites are special-order only if you want them by the box, which I do).

That doesn't mean I don't have a flowerpot full of "free" pens on the kitchen counter. I do. And I can't throw them away because that's a waste. People keep giving me pens. I know I use them a lot, but come on--sometimes I like to buy myself a really nice one. I feel guilty because of that flowerpot.

If all the pens in my home except for the Pilot Precise V5's and V7's, my feather quills, and my Mont Blanc disappeared one day, I don't think I'd miss them. In fact, I'd have to go buy a small plant for that flowerpot.

I very much prefer pens to pencils, but I make too many mistakes, and those erasible pens are an abomination.

I can't buy any electronic equipment without doing some kind of mod to it...

Even the washer and dryer aren't safe

I sleep much better on the floor than on the bed

If I can't sleep I will either move to the floor, or sleep completely backwards on my bed. It works....

What did you do to them?

Does anyone here need a pen?

Lol! Do you 'acquire' them randomly, or actually purchase them by bulk? I do both. Somehow, there never seems to be one in my purse when I need it, though.

I jiggle my knee - one only, usually.


I like to eat around a sandwich to get the crusts out of the way and then eat the centre.

When making a peanut butter and JAM (Jelly... bah) sandwich, I always spread the jelly, er, jam on the bread first, so it soaks in, then spread the peanut butter on top. It slips around too much, otherwise.

Milk was NEVER supposed to go in the cup before tea is poured.

Every time I leave the house, I have to lock the door, check it, then chant "Checked the door, locked the door" for at least 30 seonds while walking away. If I do not do this, I will have to go back and check whether I really locked the door. The same applies with the car.

.....These are just the tip of the iceburg - Oh and don't EVER put the cutlery back in the drawer in the wrong slots. From Left to Right it MUST be: Spoons, Forks, Knives. Teaspoons in the front horizontal tray.

LOL No idea what you're talking about. Really. Not a clue :D

I also must physically check my pocket for the house key before I lock the front door. Even if I KNOW it's there, I must check.

Nothing wrong with a little obsessive-compulsive behavior now and then.

I do this with my keys, money clip, and cell phone constantly. If out, I check every 3-4 minutes to be sure I still have them. If at home, every time I walk by the counter space where I deposit them while at home, I check to make sure they are there. Doesn't matter how many times I walk past it, I do it.

I do this too. I'll also just eat the crust off a piece of bread then make the rest into a ball and eat it that way.

Oh, I'm a total pocket checker. Constantly. Even if I KNOW that there's a reason I don't have my wallet or keys in my pocket, if I don't feel them, I always have a momentary sense of panic until I can convince myself that they're not supposed to be there.

Lash, everyone knows the peanut butter goes on one piece of bread, and the jelly on the other. Sheeesh.:rolleyes:

I'm with you on the cutlery, though.

Must sleep with a noisy box fan nearby((alas, this is why I am sleepy 6 months of the year, since my wife will not allow me to have it on when it is cold))


Love pickles but always order them off hamburgers and sandwiches.


Many, many others I bet that I am unaware of.

Oh. My. God.


Really ??? - I thought I was the ONLY person who does this (I have the fan going the whole time I sleep, winter AND summer)

If it's winter (as it is now) I have to have the fan bowing away from me, but without that 'white noise' I cannot sleep properly.

BTW: White noise generators don't do it for me. Unless one day they come up with a sound called "Mistral Box Fan"

Good on you sleepyjeff ! :snap:

Try this. It's noise is that of a fan. I haven't tried it, but I plan on getting one for travel. We are using a humidifier with no water for white noise. Doesn't blow on me and little fingers can't get stuck in it. I still get the nice, loud, fan sound from it.

As addicted as I am to white noise you'd think the white noise machines would be just the ticket....but I have not found one yet that does the trick. My dishwasher comes close but unless I have achieved deep sleep before it hits the soak(silent) cycle it ends up waking me up more than helping me sleep.

I chew/pick my nails constantly, it is sooooo annoying. I think I need to be hypnotized to get rid of that unsightly quirk.

Oh, and I keep having sex with men, which can be equally as annoying, if not more so. I blame that one on my mother.

Yes, but it's rare that I don't have a pen, since I carry a minimum of three in my bookbag, which is with me most of the time. If I just go into a store with my wallet I don't have one (my current wallet doesn't have a pen loop), and usually don't have one when themparking (I don't like to carry a bag if I don't have to).

The pens I use for grading papers I purchase in bulk. It's getting close to time for that, but I've got several that are just low on ink, and like CP, I don't throw them away.

Other pens are acquired randomly (I have more free pens advertising stuff than I know what to do with). I should really go through them all and toss the dried up ones.

Some I have because for a while I couldn't find my grading pens except in a variety pack, which means 3 "extra" pens of the "wrong" color to get one grading pen. Those, however, I'll use. Except those red ones. I hate red pens.

I gave a pen to a delivery guy once who didn't have one. He had to borrow a pen from ME. I told him to keep it.

Then you need to head on over to http://www.penisland.net/ ! (I know this has been posted before... but it's a classic)

I crack my knuckles a lot.
I go thru boxes of Q-tips.
I go days without listening to anything but Chicago
I always have music on in the shower
I hate water on my face (in the shower) always a towel nearby.
I am rarely without socks on. (with good reason)
I need 5 or more pillows to sleep.

I imitate noises I hear. Mostly bird calls, or anything generally whistly, but not limited to that. I tend to only do so when I'm alone, or with CP.

Is that PenIsland or PenisLand?

I crack my neck a lot. It feels good when I do it.

I bite my lip or play with my earlobe when I'm thinking.

I read PenisLand.

I'm slipping. I missed "Penis Land" completely.

Damn context!

'Penis Island'. I'd tune in to that reality show...

Yeah, penisland.com is a classic URL.

This is funny, too. But it seems not to be true...

This one is real, though.

the two above links refer to powergenitalia and speedofart.

I too sleep backward on my bed when I can't sleep.

I hoard paper of all sorts the have a ritual purge when it gets overwhelming. My desk has always been a natural attractant for loose bits of paper, no matter how useless, I hate tossing it, just in case.

I love gadgets and toys but I refuse to get a PDA.

When I doodle, it's always a landscape of weird ferns and jungle plant life with animal eyes peeking out

I think this counts as an idiosynchrasy.

When my promotion kicked in I grabbed a spiralbound notepad. I am going to be in different buildings with different bosses and needed to keep things straight. I love my notebook now, and it's absolutely indespensible.

The idiosynchratic part is that I know that the best thing about it is it's just a lined pad of paper. No special sections or boxes or whathaveyou such as in day planners. I make each page what I want it to be - calendar, to-do list, notes from a meeting, thoughts I have later, numbers I've crunched. I've got numbered lists and questions and scribbled facts, all wherever I want them to be.

I also realize that a Palm Pilot or similar technology isn't for me either. So many limitations there. Plus I have to learn how to write on it, remember to keep the battery charged, etc. I keep thinking of how quickly I access all my info on my paper notepad and realize that a computer would be a lot more hassle. Sure, my notes don't chime at me to remind me of things, but I use it so continuously that I can't forget what's in there anyway.

In that one way I'm definitely a dinosaur, I guess.

I MUST have something in my pockets. And more, precisely, it MUST be the right something. Wallet on the right, keys on the left. If they're not there, I continually go through the, "Oh crap, where are my keys/wallet! Crap! Crap!...oh, right, they're in the bag" cycle until they return (except when I'm sitting at home). Even now that I have my man purse, I keep my wallet and keys in my pockets (well, for that reason and because I can't fathom losing wallet, keys, money, ID, credit cards, etc. all in one fell swoop should I leave my man purse somewhere. I'm slightly less likely to leave my pants somewhere).

Which pocket holds your silly putty? :D


I sometimes play with Scotch tape at my desk while I think. I stick it to my fingers and unstick it and then I roll it up into a little tube and throw it away. Then I do it again... Weird, no?

I chew on paper clips. One of my front teeth is worn down from my habit.

I always keep the clock in my car exactly ONE minute fast. I reset it every month or so.

I am addicted to traffic reports when I in my car. Know what time they play on a number of stations and can jump from report to report with fairly good consistency. Even listen to them when I am just tooling around surface streets when traffic reports are totally irrelevant to me.