(Terri) ... but some unknown Blogger (Terri) has tagged me. This unknown individual (Terri) thinks that discussing some of my quirks would be amusing. Well, (Terri) I'm pretty much one big quirk, so let's see what I can come up with... =) In no order of importance, of course...
1) I cannot leave just 'one' of anything. Examples: pickles in a jar, pills in a bottle, sticks of gum in a pack, underwear in a drawer, etc. I have to either take the last one too, or add to what would have been the last one (as with the underwear, by making sure the laundry is ready). Whatever the case, there can't be one left.
2) The objects that scare me most all resemble humans: dolls, mannequins, ventriloquist dummies, puppets (except that really cute sock dog puppet and the Roaming Gnome)... spiders aside.
3) I rock. And no, I don't mean as in "I'm the best", I mean that I have akathisia. I can never remember a time when I wasn't being told to 'stop fidgeting', even as a very young girl. I never realize that I'm doing it; therefore, find it hard to catch myself and stop.
4) I rarely chew gum but when I do, I swallow it within 45 minutes, tops. At some point my brain decides that if I'm chewing something it must be food, so I swallow it. Maybe it's because of the infrequency, I'm in remedial gum-chewing 101.
5) Every clock in my house (and car) is set between 5 and 12 minutes fast. This is because I am perpetually late... or just half a second this side of late. Even though I know they are set ahead, it helps me get where I'm going on time.
6) Playing off #5, I can never set my alarm clock for an even time, ie: 6:30, 5:45, 4:00... it's always 6:31, 5:42, 3:58. How do I select this magic number? I check out all the surrounding numbers and select the one that just seems 'right'. I'm weird.
7) I detest rice. Every now and then I eat some (maybe three times a year) and either decide it's not so bad or dump it off the plate. In the end, I still hate rice. I never finish the last little bit of soup; for some reason I think it's gross, and I avoid 'communal food bins' aka salad bars for the same reason.
8) I swim like a rock. The only reason I'm listing this is because I've had lessons as a child and as an adult... final analysis: my body is literally too tense to swim (that's just weird). Interestingly, I adore water, love to be both around it and in it... just not swimming.
9) My mind gets ahead of me. Ok, stop laughing. I can figure bizarre math problems or proofread a page at a glance but then have to work to get the answer in the proper way. 98% of the time I'm right but couldn't tell you how I got it so quickly.
10) Right here is a good place for me to tell you to shut up... I have an indescribable urge to put things in my mouth. (Taps foot, waiting for laughter to die down...) Not just anything you pervs, but, uh, living things like baby animals. I don't know, perhaps I was a gator or croc in a previous life... they keep their babies in their mouth, right? On many occasions I have put the fuzzy little heads of kittens, geese, puppies, bunnies... yes, in my mouth. Only for a second... it's like one better than a kiss. Interestingly, my grandmother just divulged that she used to do this to the ducklings as a girl, so it must be genetic. (So Terri.... wishing you never tagged me yet...lol?!)
11) Speaking of things in my mouth, there are certain textures (mainly fabrics) that I can't touch. When I feel something that doesn't suit me, I immediately imagine it in my mouth, actually on my tongue. Blech. Certain cotton twills or canvas is enough to make me attempt to wipe my tongue off in an effort to make my brain 'feel' something else. It can stay with me for hours and has the potential to drive me mad. I will not allow my dentist to use gauze or cotton on me without first dampening it. Even then he has to be quick.
12) I am incapable of liking a guy that likes me first. I get suspicious of that. I absolutely must like him first, then of course, get him to fall for me due to my wit, charm, and sense of humor. I suppose it's really a control thing. (And so, how does one exactly prove they liked you 20 minutes earlier??) Of course, I'll omit this list... yes indeed.
13) Hating spiders, you'd think I'd smoosh them, right? Wrong - I'll find a little container, place it over the offending arachnid, slip an envelope or something between to trap it then release it outside. Hey - not their fault I'm a spider wimp. I've held eight to 14+ foot (with help on the big ones) snakes and didn't flinch but a spider the size of a jellybean really freaks me out. Go figure.
14) When I read, I often lapse into an accent. Often it is British. I am not. (And I don't mean reading aloud, I mean in my 'ed.)
15) My email address name is an alias. So there, take that. Believe it or not, I'm a very private person in many aspects - the rest (as you all know) is an open book.
16) I've been walking around with a huge hole in my shoe for literally months now because that's how much I detest shoe shopping. And grocery shopping - but that's different.
So, for the tagger that shall remain nameless... hahaha... there you have it babe! Just because I haven't already proven I'm a huge weirdo... I've decided to really hammer that home here today. Golly I hope all the cool kids still talk to me after this... =) Besides, I'm sure you can tell with this list that a second list would be no problem. One thing I can say about this, other than it was quite fun is... damn, I'm weird!
For a big change, I'm going to tag this time... and of course if I tag you and you don't want to, I'll understand. I mean, I'll cry alot because then I'll feel guilty, but I'll understand. (So why not just suck it up and do it?) Also... if you would like to share some of your quirks with us, please feel free to tag yourself (as I've said before, your palms won't become hairy), just make sure you wash your hands before you come back here..
Ok, here's where I get to have some fun:
FM (you knew you had it coming!)
Jay (pretty please???)
Carpy (you are cursing me now, aren't you?)
Jason (want to know more about you!)
Kitty (this should be good!)
17 comments:
wow I did set my clocks way ahead. It used to work for me but then suddenly it backfired as I got used to the system & adjusted to my own. I could not use clocks elsewhere :-) but I should try that agn.
I might have akathisia too. I do weird things... Let's compare notes when we're neighbours, yes? :)
LOL! Thanks for a good Sunday morning chuckle. For the record:
- I don't think the dog sock puppet officially resembles a human so it doesn't count.
- I also set my clocks ahead. Unfortunately I kind of know I have now so I'm often late anyway.
- As for textures, I cannot touch foam mattresses. Used to have a thing about dish-drying cloths when I was a kid but I think that was cos I hated drying dishes, not the other way round.
- Shoe shopping - this is a biggie, LiVEwIRe... I ADORE shoe shopping! So maybe I got your quota on that?
OK so some of these may qualify you as being a little weird, but I'll still talk to you :-D
haaa tag ME will you!! we'll see about THAT!! - I'm completely quirkless hehehe
just kidding - I'll get on it ASAP
but first I just have to say....
akathisia!! I never even knew it had a name!! all my life everyone's called me 'spastic' because I'm always rocking
YAY a name for one of my quirks!!
I also HATE shoe shopping!! I've been known to wear shoes with big holes in the toe or sole or even slippers where the sole is flapping under my foot and stuffing is coming out because I can't stand buying new footwear!!
I'll go one step further and say that I've actually contemplated putting cardboard in my sneakers in an effort to prolong their wearability when the sidewalk was making my foot sore through the hole in my sole!!
there's a hollllle in myyyy solllle, dear Georgie dear Georgie
there's a hole in my sole, dear Georgie a holllllle!!
p.s. I don't know about your supermarket but at mine they sell flip-flops and these weird reflexology sandles in a big bin!!
you can kill two birds with one stone!!
or at least wear their shoes while you're there!! hehehe
Sorry you don't like rice. I don't like it plain either, it really has to be doctored up before I'll touch it.
I have to set my clocks forward as well. Hate to be late. I also set my alarm for maybe ten minutes earlier than I need (on top of the fast-ness) just so I'll get to wake up and still have a few more minutes that I can stay in bed for without feeling in the least bit guilty.
rpppent: rip-ent - when you wish so much you hadn't sone something you rip up and destroy all traces of the "event"
Dr O2 - That's the one thing about having a bad memory; sometimes I forget they are set ahead! Every now and then I adjust it anyway, just to keep me on my toes!
Anne - Perhaps our plot to take over the world can be sustained via kinetic energy, what say you?! ...You'll notice I kindly avoided commenting on you saying I do weird things... =)
Terri - Ah yes, the nameless quirky tagger! How funny - I hated drying also, hence hated the feeling of the towel. Washing was no problem because it was kind of fun to play in the water, ya know? As for the shoe shopping, let me a borrow a bit of that love for shoe shopping because my feet are getting wet and I need new shoes! =) Hey, as long as you still talk to me...
Kitty - I had to tag you. Couldn't help myself...and I don't do these things often but when I do, I just tell people to tag themselves. Must've been your lucky day...lol. Yeah, I learned that 'akathisia' was the name for what I do a few years back. I find myself rocking and swaying and fidgeting my feet about all the time and have done it f-o-r-e-v-e-r! Your issue with shoes is even worse than mine. ;) Well, maybe... that cardboard idea is sounding pretty good! As far as the shoes at the market, hard to say. I hate going to the grocery store about as much. Matter of fact, I've been avoiding it for days now. I get physically ill; therefore, if the shoes are not in my immediate field of vision, they'll sit there til they rot. haha
Suzi - I'm certain your special variety is delectable, though! Even cheese doesn't get me to eat it. It just makes me angry that someone wasted that luscious cheese.
Fence - See, I hate when other people are late (because I'm impatient) yet have to struggle to NOT be late myself. I figure whatever gets us where we need to be on time...
mmiiat - Really small Fiat (midget Fiat).
When I get a magazine or newspaper I can't take the top copy. I always reach behind the stack to take a copy. I don't know why.
I never realized that there was a medical name for it: akathisia! I can never sit still. I've been told to sit still so many times. I'm always moving my fingers, my hands, tapping my foot, something...just never sitting still.
I don't chew gum. I find that the flavor lasts for about ten seconds it seems and than I'm left just chewing a wad of tasteless gum, smacking away.
I always set my alarm at least ten to twenty minutes ahead, figuring it gives me time to get up but than when I wake up I realize that my clock is set fast so I can still sleep for another twenty minutes and I start trying to figure out how much time I really have left to sleep and...it hurts my head and I end up being awake the whole time I could have been sleeping.
Now I like rice. In fact I love rice. I can eat a meal of just rice, butter and salt and pepper. Just a quirk of mine.
I'm not even touching the line about putting things in your mouth...though there are sooooo many jokes I could make right now it's killing me! :)
I hate spiders. Can't stand them.
When I read Bill Clinton's autobiography I kept hearing his voice as I read the words. It was really weird.
I don't have a hole in my shoe but I hate shoe shopping. I hate almost all shopping. Except for music or books, that type of shopping I can spend hours doing.
Wow, this is so funny. I loved it. Your #10 almost made me fall off my chair. You are weird, but then so are most of us bloggers!!! You are in good company.
You read with an english accent?
So do i!
oh...wait. i am english. It's suddenly less exciting.
Whew...glad to know I'm not the only one out there with some strange quirks....;)
Know what I do? When I go to set my alarm clock before I go to bed, I actually close my eyes and click the "on" button to see if the music is loud enough to wake me up.
My husband thinks I'm crazy...*sigh*...I guess sometimes I am.
JohnH - You know, I do the same thing with newspapers/mags... I am convinced parts of it are missing or it has extra cooties from all the touching. And yes, akathisia is seeming to be the affliction of the day! =) Some of my earliest memories (seriously) are of being told to 'stop fidgeting'; nothing has changed! Lol... that's why I preempted the 'putting things in my mouth' comment with a note telling you to stop laughing. I'm sure you'll find a way to weasel them in emails or future posts, but I know it does kind of beg to be joked about, even though it was meant innocently! ;)
Buddess - Yes, my brain is where old neuroses come to die, make friends, mutate, then go on living...lol. As far as #10, I never thought it weird until someone saw me do it and almost died of shock right in front of me. I think they thought I was going to bite it's head off.
Prisoner - OMG! You completely cracked me UP with that comment! I do suppose it might be less exciting but if you recorded some books on tape for ME... that would be highly exciting. Ok, more for me than for you, but still...
Stacy - Wha...?!?! You? Quirks? Nah... I'd never believe it! ;) Tell the Peanut King that I do the same thing each and every night with the volume (eyes closed, head down). This will not make him think you are any less crazy but it will remind him that there are others... and he never knows who or where we are! That'll keep him on his toes. (Riiight!)
Livewire,
Tag? Okay, you got me. I'll do it. Give me a little time, though! The weekend and Halloween are pretty booked.
Jason - Thanks for indulging me. It'll be interesting to see what else lies behind those clever words of yours! =)
Too funny. I was both laghing and relieved to see that I am not the only one who puts the heads of little animals in my mouth. For the longest time I was not allowed near any new family pets. I know it's weird, but it makes me who I am.
Latin Lover - I'm wondering if you heard my sigh of relief when I read that there's someone else that does the same thing. Hard to explain, but it's just such a compelling thing! thanks for the solidarity here! =)
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