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I have an odd habit of sniffing on a certain blanket. For some reason, I just like the smell... I don't know, it's an old habit from way back when that never broke up.
Other odd habits of mine tend to go unnoticed by me until people point it out.
I don't bite my nails and I don't clip them. I rip them off. Especially when I'm stressed out.
I do this also, but mostly because I have a bit of some type of hyperactivity problem. We should create a thread for that too (most likely one already, off to the search button)
It's gotten so bad that the wife will give me some sort of textured thing, like a koosh ball or something. This keeps my hands occupied during movies/tv shows, and the sound of constant clicking goes away. She used to work with mentally disabled high school kids, and they would use these 'textile' techniques with them all the time.
Try it sometime! It does work, but I usually do not go for the ball/whatever on my own.
For a long time I had a habit of whistling cheerily while walking corridors at work, although i seem to have got that under control now.
I'm not even a great whistler, and it is always the same tune, which happens to be something I heard on a novelty Chairman Mao zippo. I don't even know what its called, but I assume its a communist march of some kind.
I don't bite my nails and I don't clip them. I rip them off. Especially when I'm stressed out.
I do this also, but mostly because I have a bit of some type of hyperactivity problem. We should create a thread for that too (most likely one already, off to the search button)
It's gotten so bad that the wife will give me some sort of textured thing, like a koosh ball or something. This keeps my hands occupied during movies/tv shows, and the sound of constant clicking goes away. She used to work with mentally disabled high school kids, and they would use these 'textile' techniques with them all the time.
Try it sometime! It does work, but I usually do not go for the ball/whatever on my own.
Yeah we seem to be in the same boat. I say stressed out but it's really some feeling like I'm about to explode (I curl my toes all the time too, same reason). I'll try the koosh ball thing, sounds like a good idea
In art class while in grade school- fourth grade or so, I think- I had a thought: What if everyone saw different colors than me? Like, what I see as red looks like blue to another guy, and my green is his purple, or whatever. There'd be no way to tell, because what everyone saw would just look normal to oneself, and there's no real way to describe colors other than relative to each other and to objects that are that color.
The point is, years later it came up in conversation, and my older brother had had the exact same thought. It blew me away at the time, but I've pretty sure I've heard other people talk about it since then as well.
I think we've all thought it at some point or another though it's now possible to see what others see thanks to brain-computer interfaces.
There's a video from a cat's POV as it walks around a room somewhere out there. The cool part was that the computer used wasn't even that fast and you could tell pretty well what was going on. Yes, they do see in colour.
I remember playing Animal Crossing DS and a neighbor said something about always going to sleep with one hand under the pillow to feel the cool side. Blew me away, I do that all the time.
When I'm lying in bed at night, in the 30 minutes to an hour it takes me to get to sleep, I compose classical music in my head. I have no idea where it comes from. It just seems to flow from my subconscious, and it's all very beautiful and original, and I can never remember any of it in the morning. Clearly I'm an unsung genius.
Also, I'm a compulsive fiddler with random objects. I'm always picking something up and playing with it. This would be a lot more normal if I didn't generally end up lightly brushing it across my mouth. It's just a habit I got into somehow, one that sounds a lot weirder written down then it actually is.
Also also, I use the the word also a lot in my posts for some reason. Also.
Whenever I'm nervous or anxious I crack my fingers. A lot. I can pop nearly every joint on my right hand, thumb included, and most of my left.
Ooh, I know a guy like this. He will just flex his fingers and it will sound like twisting a sheet of bubble wrap.
I can kinda do that with my right hand, but it generally requires balling a fist.
Also, I'm a compulsive fiddler with random objects. I'm always picking something up and playing with it. This would be a lot more normal if I didn't generally end up lightly brushing it across my mouth. It's just a habit I got into somehow, one that sounds a lot weirder written down then it actually is.
Apparently it's because that causes a pleasurable sensation. Part of the reason why (some) people touch their lips when they are pleased to be talking to someone.
I always carry certain things in certain pockets. My left pocket has my watch, a pen and a lighter. My right pocket holds my knife+key ring (except in two of my pants that has a hole in that pocket, then it goes to back right pocket. Wallet in back left, and most money goes in left pocket. Once my hands were tied up or something and I put my wallet in my back right pocket instead of the back left. Part of my brain seemed to panic, I froze as soon as I did it, and it felt like I lost my wallet. I instantly switched it to its correct pocket.
I'm the kind of guy who would be OCD, but I'm either too lazy or I consciously keep myself from doing it.
I get really annoyed when I see typos and grammatical errors and I feel that I should tell someone. It especially annoys me when Pokémon is spelt as Pokemon.
What about cliche rather than cliché? Generally I let them slide and accept that words used outside of their native tongue will get mangled by a different dialect. But I notice them. Oh yeah. I notice.
This is probably something you could take into its own thread, but does anyone else pronounce certain words differently or just plain strangely? I realised I kept saying "premise" as "pre-mize" instead of "preh-miss". Plus I used to have a friend who pronounced "civillian" as "siv-ill-in", so what the hey...
I get physically nauseated by a lot of things. Mint, most specifically. I used to have to have the water running when I brushed my teeth, it somehow helped me, but now that alternative flavors are more common, I'm fine in that regard. Bubblegum flavor has the same general effect on me.
I'm also nauseated by chewing gum. Just the knowledge of a person chewing it doesn't do anything to me, but people that chew with their mouth open, people that talk so close to you that you can smell it on their breath, and seeing it spit out will make me get a few seconds of dry heaves. I think part of it is that it's such a strong, overpowering smell in some cases, but all it smells like is bad breath mixed with very heavy mint. It's just disgusting to me, but I have very good teeth as a result.
This is probably something you could take into its own thread, but does anyone else pronounce certain words differently or just plain strangely? I realised I kept saying "premise" as "pre-mize" instead of "preh-miss". Plus I used to have a friend who pronounced "civillian" as "siv-ill-in", so what the hey...
One of my co-workers plays Lineage, only he pronounces it Line-Age, as if it's Brain Age for lines. Even after I politely told him ("Oh, Lineage? Yeah, I've heard of it"), he just carried on pronouncing it his way, and I started murdering him in my mind for a while.
If you ever want to feel like you are going crazy, try reading the back of Dr. Bronner's shampoo when you are in the bathroom.
My mom used to buy Dr. Bronners. Those messages are completely batshit. All that shit about comets being Jesus and "LISTEN CHILDREN ETERNAL FATHER ETERNALLY ONE"
This isn't really a compulsion, more of a little quirk, but almost all of my thoughts are in conversation form. I'm constantly planning out conversations in my head, even if I know I will never have them in real life, and if I do have them in real life, I get so distracted with remembering my plan that I fuck it all up.
I've been doing this for years. I thought I was just insane.
I used to be super, super shy. I would never talk in class, and something like going inside a store and asking someone there for directions would terrify me. Fuck calling someone on the phone and asking for a quote. No way I'd be touching that shit.
I'm like that. I don't talk to anyone at school and being out in public is nerve-wracking. It may be more due to poor self image than any kind of compulsion, I'm sure.
Also, I absolutely cannot eat meat that is not well done. If I bite into a hamburger that is even a little pink, I get nauseus.
When I'm lying in bed at night, in the 30 minutes to an hour it takes me to get to sleep, I compose classical music in my head. I have no idea where it comes from. It just seems to flow from my subconscious, and it's all very beautiful and original, and I can never remember any of it in the morning. Clearly I'm an unsung genius.
Also, I'm a compulsive fiddler with random objects. I'm always picking something up and playing with it. This would be a lot more normal if I didn't generally end up lightly brushing it across my mouth. It's just a habit I got into somehow, one that sounds a lot weirder written down then it actually is.
Also also, I use the the word also a lot in my posts for some reason. Also.
Dude, I used to occasionally compose classical piano music in my dreams. At the time it always sounded awesome and original, and sometimes I would even remember sort of what it sounded like when I woke up. Not that it matters, I have almost zero ability to take music or images in my head and put them on paper. That and I'm sure if you aren't asleep, the music is actually not that great.
I fiddle with crap too. My boss got really nervous talking to me once, because I kept idly spinning some Fiskars around in my fingers without realizing it.
Also, I can't stand having sticky stuff on my fingers. Certain things like, the adhesive leftover from band-aids and such, cause me to get so uncomfortable I actually get cold flashes and feel nauseated. Certain types of plastic, like the material that produce bags and grocery store bags are made of, make me really uncomfortable to touch when wet.
Whenever I eat a muffin, I am compelled to eat the paper cup as well.
It's just so much... neater.
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The feel of scouring powder, like Comet, on a hard tile or formica surface sends shudders up and down my spine. In grade school, the custodians used to clean our desks with this, leaving a residue. Coming in on Thursday mornings always nauseated me.
When I sleep, I HAVE to be able to see the door. If I can't see the door I will be unable to fall asleep. This has led to me not being able to sleep in hotels since they usually have multiple doors(to the hallway, bathroom, and sometimes a connecting room) and I can't watch them all at the same time. Also, god help anyone who walks through the door while I'm sleeping. Last time someone walked in on me sleeping I threw a 15lb end-table at them, without waking up. I've since installed a lock on my door.
Windows don't bother me at all though, even open windows which would theoretically be more of a concern.
When I'm lying in bed at night, in the 30 minutes to an hour it takes me to get to sleep, I compose classical music in my head. I have no idea where it comes from. It just seems to flow from my subconscious, and it's all very beautiful and original, and I can never remember any of it in the morning. Clearly I'm an unsung genius.
Also, I'm a compulsive fiddler with random objects. I'm always picking something up and playing with it. This would be a lot more normal if I didn't generally end up lightly brushing it across my mouth. It's just a habit I got into somehow, one that sounds a lot weirder written down then it actually is.
My boyfriend says sometimes he writes songs in his dreams too. I've always thought he was just full of himself, because sometimes I'd hear music in my dreams, but I wasn't in control of the music.
I'm a fiddler too. A lot of times I'll just play with my hair, but sometimes I'll pick at the skin on my thumbs or tear my nails. I'm trying to stop doing the latter two because I'm starting to be a little bit more self-conscious of my hands. You know what mother says, "You can always tell a lady by the smoothness of her hands." :P
The feel of scouring powder, like Comet, on a hard tile or formica surface sends shudders up and down my spine. In grade school, the custodians used to clean our desks with this, leaving a residue. Coming in on Thursday mornings always nauseated me.
I have a similar reaction to dry stuff on my teeth/tongue. Not food, but like, how some people will lick a kleenex to wet it (or something), or sometimes I'll peel the foil top off a bottle (and it has paper on one side), that feeling is just awful.
The feel of scouring powder, like Comet, on a hard tile or formica surface sends shudders up and down my spine. In grade school, the custodians used to clean our desks with this, leaving a residue. Coming in on Thursday mornings always nauseated me.
I have a similar reaction to dry stuff on my teeth/tongue. Not food, but like, how some people will lick a kleenex to wet it (or something), or sometimes I'll peel the foil top off a bottle (and it has paper on one side), that feeling is just awful.
Oh god, yes. I can't stand people who suck on their sleeves or tissues for exactly this reason.
When I'm on the bus alone, usually listening to my iPod, I have to do one of two things.
A: Add up random numbers in the street as fast as I can.
B: Glance at random people, and try to analyze them for mood, reactions. I then make up a story about why they are that way.
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Also, whenever I feel something on my fingertip (like if I use my thumbnail to brush the tip of my index finger) I am strongly compelled to do it to all of my fingers. On both hands. Sometimes I'll have to get the entire length of the finger, and the sides.
I do this too. enough that I know exactly what you mean on every level.
Like a vampire, I can't cross a threshold without being invited
Everything I carry with me has a specific pocket and sequence in which I pick it up when I go out
When I'm nervous, I yawn- it's become such a habit that I create yawns strictly through nervousness. Of course, this is so I can block part of my face with my hand so as to feel more secure.
I can't sleep with a shirt on, or with socks on
When my room is cold, I sleep under the same Lion King comforter I've had... well, since the movie first came out. If said blanket is not available- I'm not sleeping at home, I've misplaced it somewhere, etc- I can still sleep, I'll just wake up noticeably less-rested and sweatier than normal.
I chew on the inside of my mouth. Suck in a little skin between my front teeth, nibble, let go. Sometimes I gnaw on my tongue, too.
I have my phone set on vibrate (because having it ring would bug the hell out of me) but I have to consistently check it to make sure I haven't missed any vibrations (which bugs the hell out of me)
Aaaaand...
I'm always early, never late. Anywhere from five to thirty minutes early.
I can't sleep with a mirror in the room. At the back of my mind, I keep thinking Bloody Mary, Candy Man or whoever the fuck is supposed to come out of mirrors during children's scare games will fly out and axe my balls off.
I totally know what you guys mean about the mirrors in dark rooms shit. I will not ever ever ever EVER EVER look at a mirror in a room that can even be called 'dim'. They just creep me right the fuck out for some reason. One of these days I am going to see something.
I had this mental image one night that I was going to get up to go take a piss without turning on the light, and in the light from the tiny outlet-light I'd see a person in the mirror behind me. Then I turn around and they're not there, but when I turn around again they're still in the mirror but they're smiling.
Ever since then I definitely avoided mirrors unless lights are bright indeed.
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Other odd habits of mine tend to go unnoticed by me until people point it out.
I've been doing that since I can remember. I think a lot of people do that.
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I do this also, but mostly because I have a bit of some type of hyperactivity problem. We should create a thread for that too (most likely one already, off to the search button)
It's gotten so bad that the wife will give me some sort of textured thing, like a koosh ball or something. This keeps my hands occupied during movies/tv shows, and the sound of constant clicking goes away. She used to work with mentally disabled high school kids, and they would use these 'textile' techniques with them all the time.
Try it sometime! It does work, but I usually do not go for the ball/whatever on my own.
I'm not even a great whistler, and it is always the same tune, which happens to be something I heard on a novelty Chairman Mao zippo. I don't even know what its called, but I assume its a communist march of some kind.
Yeah we seem to be in the same boat. I say stressed out but it's really some feeling like I'm about to explode (I curl my toes all the time too, same reason). I'll try the koosh ball thing, sounds like a good idea
There's a video from a cat's POV as it walks around a room somewhere out there. The cool part was that the computer used wasn't even that fast and you could tell pretty well what was going on. Yes, they do see in colour.
I try to make sure I don't rip enough off to cause bleeding or too much trouble walking, though.
Ooh, I know a guy like this. He will just flex his fingers and it will sound like twisting a sheet of bubble wrap.
Also, I'm a compulsive fiddler with random objects. I'm always picking something up and playing with it. This would be a lot more normal if I didn't generally end up lightly brushing it across my mouth. It's just a habit I got into somehow, one that sounds a lot weirder written down then it actually is.
Also also, I use the the word also a lot in my posts for some reason. Also.
Also also also, just read this one, holy shit I do that too!
Except without that last sentence.
God I'm weird.
I can kinda do that with my right hand, but it generally requires balling a fist.
Apparently it's because that causes a pleasurable sensation. Part of the reason why (some) people touch their lips when they are pleased to be talking to someone.
I'm the kind of guy who would be OCD, but I'm either too lazy or I consciously keep myself from doing it.
This is probably something you could take into its own thread, but does anyone else pronounce certain words differently or just plain strangely? I realised I kept saying "premise" as "pre-mize" instead of "preh-miss". Plus I used to have a friend who pronounced "civillian" as "siv-ill-in", so what the hey...
I'm also nauseated by chewing gum. Just the knowledge of a person chewing it doesn't do anything to me, but people that chew with their mouth open, people that talk so close to you that you can smell it on their breath, and seeing it spit out will make me get a few seconds of dry heaves. I think part of it is that it's such a strong, overpowering smell in some cases, but all it smells like is bad breath mixed with very heavy mint. It's just disgusting to me, but I have very good teeth as a result.
One of my co-workers plays Lineage, only he pronounces it Line-Age, as if it's Brain Age for lines. Even after I politely told him ("Oh, Lineage? Yeah, I've heard of it"), he just carried on pronouncing it his way, and I started murdering him in my mind for a while.
I've been doing this for years. I thought I was just insane.
Pokemon FC: 2749 7579 5931
I'm like that. I don't talk to anyone at school and being out in public is nerve-wracking. It may be more due to poor self image than any kind of compulsion, I'm sure.
Also, I absolutely cannot eat meat that is not well done. If I bite into a hamburger that is even a little pink, I get nauseus.
Pokemon FC: 2749 7579 5931
Dude, I used to occasionally compose classical piano music in my dreams. At the time it always sounded awesome and original, and sometimes I would even remember sort of what it sounded like when I woke up. Not that it matters, I have almost zero ability to take music or images in my head and put them on paper. That and I'm sure if you aren't asleep, the music is actually not that great.
I fiddle with crap too. My boss got really nervous talking to me once, because I kept idly spinning some Fiskars around in my fingers without realizing it.
Also, I can't stand having sticky stuff on my fingers. Certain things like, the adhesive leftover from band-aids and such, cause me to get so uncomfortable I actually get cold flashes and feel nauseated. Certain types of plastic, like the material that produce bags and grocery store bags are made of, make me really uncomfortable to touch when wet.
I did that all the time as a kid, like 10+ times a night. I don't do it anymore though.
I once heard a sportscaster describe a play as "as cool as the other side of the pillow."
I thought that was pretty neat.
It's just so much... neater.
I do this too, but I eat orange rinds as well. Tasty.
Windows don't bother me at all though, even open windows which would theoretically be more of a concern.
My boyfriend says sometimes he writes songs in his dreams too. I've always thought he was just full of himself, because sometimes I'd hear music in my dreams, but I wasn't in control of the music.
I'm a fiddler too. A lot of times I'll just play with my hair, but sometimes I'll pick at the skin on my thumbs or tear my nails. I'm trying to stop doing the latter two because I'm starting to be a little bit more self-conscious of my hands. You know what mother says, "You can always tell a lady by the smoothness of her hands." :P
I have a similar reaction to dry stuff on my teeth/tongue. Not food, but like, how some people will lick a kleenex to wet it (or something), or sometimes I'll peel the foil top off a bottle (and it has paper on one side), that feeling is just awful.
Oh god, yes. I can't stand people who suck on their sleeves or tissues for exactly this reason.
A: Add up random numbers in the street as fast as I can.
B: Glance at random people, and try to analyze them for mood, reactions. I then make up a story about why they are that way.
I do this too. enough that I know exactly what you mean on every level.
It used to be pretty bad.
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I think posting on these forums is some kind of OCD habit, or mental glitch. I'm not sure.
Like a vampire, I can't cross a threshold without being invited
Everything I carry with me has a specific pocket and sequence in which I pick it up when I go out
When I'm nervous, I yawn- it's become such a habit that I create yawns strictly through nervousness. Of course, this is so I can block part of my face with my hand so as to feel more secure.
I can't sleep with a shirt on, or with socks on
When my room is cold, I sleep under the same Lion King comforter I've had... well, since the movie first came out. If said blanket is not available- I'm not sleeping at home, I've misplaced it somewhere, etc- I can still sleep, I'll just wake up noticeably less-rested and sweatier than normal.
I chew on the inside of my mouth. Suck in a little skin between my front teeth, nibble, let go. Sometimes I gnaw on my tongue, too.
I have my phone set on vibrate (because having it ring would bug the hell out of me) but I have to consistently check it to make sure I haven't missed any vibrations (which bugs the hell out of me)
Aaaaand...
I'm always early, never late. Anywhere from five to thirty minutes early.
I had this mental image one night that I was going to get up to go take a piss without turning on the light, and in the light from the tiny outlet-light I'd see a person in the mirror behind me. Then I turn around and they're not there, but when I turn around again they're still in the mirror but they're smiling.
Ever since then I definitely avoided mirrors unless lights are bright indeed.