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So you thought you were the only one?
IreneDAdler
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This is inspired from the shampoo bottle-reading part of the last chat thread. Apparently I'm not the only one who reads the back of shampoo bottles when I'm bored on the toilet. So what other odd habits do people have that might not be so unique?
I think most of mine stem from a mild case of OCD. I systematically shampoo my hair in quadrants because it's too long and thick to wash thoroughly with one application of shampoo. I will only drink bottled water, and only cook with Brita-filtered water. All of my clothes in the closet face left and are organized by label and style (Gap, Express/Long-sleeve, short-sleeve, collared), and all hanger hooks open inward. Basically I'm really anal.
I think most of mine stem from a mild case of OCD. I systematically shampoo my hair in quadrants because it's too long and thick to wash thoroughly with one application of shampoo. I will only drink bottled water, and only cook with Brita-filtered water. All of my clothes in the closet face left and are organized by label and style (Gap, Express/Long-sleeve, short-sleeve, collared), and all hanger hooks open inward. Basically I'm really anal.
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I... do all of that.
Neurotic love!
Awwwwwwwwwwwww. :P
I have to not do it, because they invariable become pimples if I do, but goddamn there are few things more satisfying in this world than a glob of cebum being excreted from one of your pores.
Oh, and before I play any video games, I always quickly dust off the console with compressed air and clean off the disc. I always check the bottoms of discs when I pick them up. I am completely anal about scratches and fingerprints (hate rented games for this reason), but I'm guessing this sort of thing isn't very rare around here.
Do... Re... Mi... So... Fa.... Do... Re.... Do...
Forget it...
You sound like my boyfriend :P
Raise your hand if you believe the floor is a large, low-lying shelf.
*raises hand*
But usually I'm too lazy to even put things on it. I just leave them in the dryer. :P
I'm just checking.
umm...
really any sort of flat surface. There isn't a whole lot of floor left.
Haha, no, not really. Please share whatever idiosyncrasies you have
What he said.
Check back later just to be sure.
I only have three pairs of pants.
1. Yellow (lemon)
2. Red (cherry)
3. Orange (orange)
4. Pink (strawberry)
Sometimes I switch up Red and Orange.
Let's see, I have two pairs of shorts, three pairs of jeans (well, really four, but one is beat to shit), two pairs of cargo pants, but one is too small/missing its button, and other I simply don't wear.
Oh, and also pants that are part of my suit, but I don't think that really counts.
I pour large portions of the bag into my mouth at once. It's like candy-coated crack or something.
Eating all of that waxed paper is probably not healthy.
I own six pairs. I only wear 3 of them.
Not the ACTUAL bag, the candies in it you dolt!
The candies are individually wrapped in wax paper...
Emo-man to the rescue!
If anything, and I mean anything I see has an adjustable numeric display, I have to have it at a multiple of 5. I get exceedingly uncomfortable when things aren't ending in either 5 or 0, and I've been this way my entire life. I didn't realize I did it until I broke every digital clock in the house and replaced them all with novelty analog alarm clocks, i.e. Garfield clocks, Star Wars clocks, and several Beatles clocks.
...Woops, was thinking of skittles.
Whenever I do something weird or silly that makes other people laugh, and they ask me to do it again, I never do. I'm not a fucking trained monkey.
My friend does this. Whenever I'm in his car, if I turn up his stereo I have to make sure it's at a multiple of five.
I turn stereos and such to a multiple of 11 whenever possible.
:^:
That kinda makes sense, cuz if you can't finish it and bring the rest home, you're a lot more likely to be willing to eat reheated main dishes than reheated side dishes, cuz often side dishes don't keep well.
I eat my food in order quite often, eating all of one part of the meal, then another, then another. So, for example, if I'm having spaghetti with salad and a piece of garlic bread, I'd have the garlic bread first, then the spaghetti, then finally the salad.
For me its odd numbers. If theres a digital number it has to be odd numbers. If I'm riding in a friends car and I see the volume number, I will reach up to the radio and turn it one step higher or lower if they wont turn it for me. I get a serious feeling of I'm going to die in a second if that number isn't changed.
I had a patient during my first internship that lined up his french fries, toothpicks, pens and pencils, match sticks, etc. Any objects that came in straight lines, he aligned every single one of them before doing anything with them. It took hi two hours to eat Mc Donald's or Burger King or anything like that.
I put a fair amount of effort into not hitting the little lane marker reflectors. Like, the ones on the road when I change lanes or make left turns across a few lanes.
Put a lot of thought into what the very fastest way to get somewhere is. Like, you know how many lights, stop signs and like school zones and shit, are any given way of driving most places you go? Maybe not the number off the top of your head but you could figure it out in under a minute, and it affects how you drive?
I almost never have to read the back of shampoo bottles, as I keep books in the toilet. I've read almost my entire P. G. Wodehouse collection with my trousers round my ankles.
When I lay up glasses or bottles or whatever at the hotel where I work, I have a thing for patterns - concentric circles, lines, alternating styles of glass or whatever. With most other stuff, I'm as messy as hell - I thought that the heating in my university room was on the fritz until I remembered that there is underfloor heating in my building - as such, all the heat was being transferred directly to my discarded clothes.
Am I a bad person for imagining someone coming in and accidentally knocking over his table right before he finishes?
Why...why didn't he just stop ordering fries?