We all have our quirks, right?
I don’t like things to touch the front of my neck.
You’ll never ever catch me in a turtleneck, choker necklace, or a t-shirt that isn’t a V-neck. Things touching the front of my neck make me feel like I’m choking.
I’ve broken my nose four times.
It hangs to the right of my face. I rub it constantly because it itches, and I believe the rubbing causes it to become more even more crooked. I always think it’s bleeding or has snot coming out of it, even though it doesn’t.
I Photoshop it to the middle of my face for all of my headshots. Here is a snapshot of me without Photoshopping. Notice how the arrow is straight, and my nose veers off to the side.
I’ve never had a surgery before, so thought of fixing it terrifies me.
I take that back, I had two molars pulled out of the back of my mouth, and they had to put me under when I was 16 years-old. I told the nurse to “fuck off” as I came out of anesthesia, and my dad laughed. He’d never heard me swear before that day.
I never grew any wisdom teeth. Oh, and I always wanted braces, and was sad that I never needed them, so I would put paperclips in mouth and pretend. That’s weird, too.
I never use the same towel or glass twice.
I wish I could reuse things, but the thought of using the same towel to dry off with two days in a row makes me gag. What if there was the tiniest speck of dirt on the reused towel and now I redirty myself? What if mold grew on the towel overnight? When I get out of the shower, I like to be 100% spotless.
I cannot drink from the same glass/cup twice. I will get a new glass each time I want a refill because I think particles of dust float around in the air and land in my glass. I believe I can taste the dust particles.
The only time I don’t care about reusing a glass is when I’m drinking alcohol. I figure alcohol kills particles of dust.
I think roadside memorials are rude.
This seems harsh, but I fear that someone will die in my yard and cause a roadside memorial.
I feel bad for homeowners who have to mow around a crusty old teddy for three years because they don’t want to be the jerk that threw it away. Now they’re stuck with a cross with names on it as a constant reminder of that day that someone died in their front yard.
I want to go on the record. When I die, please just make my memorial at the cemetery. But don’t bury me. Bugs freak me out. I want to be cremated and put in a mausoleum.
When I was little, I didn’t think my dad could read very well.
He would always yell at us, I’M TRYING TO READ THE NEWSPAPER!
He would read us children’s books, but beyond that, I figured reading was a struggle since newspapers seemed so difficult for him.
Turns out, he can read just fine, he just wanted us to shut up.
Okay, tell me, what’s weird about you?
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1) Everyone in my family can eat seafood except for me..From my parents to my sibling to my own children
2) I have never felt attractive my whole life
3) My dead grandmothers communicate with me mostly by letting me know they are around and it creeps me out sometimes.
4) I am slightly colorblind
5) I am fairly emotional guy and sometimes I loathe it. I seriously wich I could be more stoic and less passionate…I know weird..but true
I’m dying over here–crusty, three year old teddy bear…haha!
Here’s some things about me…
1) I have to make my bed every. single. day. If I don’t I am likely to have the worst day ever.
2) I never use the first couple of slices of bread in a loaf. I’d rather starve than eat the first two.
3) I hate having dry lips, dry hands, etc. I’m constantly using something to moisturize.
You are my twin! You’re at least a long lost cousin from the good side of the family.
THE BED THING… I do this. I get physically ill if my bed is not made. It gives me major anxiety. My boyfriend HATES this, because, the minute he gets out of the bed to shower I will make it. THE.VERY.MINUTE. If he leaves the house after me, he knows he better be back home before me to make the bed.
I can not get into an unmade bed, just cant.
1) I still have a baby tooth, and but I had to have one permanent tooth yanked because I had TWO in that spot.
2) My dad used to tell me “Go put your nose in the corner” when I had to go to time-out, so I literally did b/c I didn’t want to get in any more trouble, and I would practically suffocate while I was sobbing. My dad didn’t discover this till I told him as an adult and still feels horrible about it.
3) I can’t stand food mess– like I couldn’t deal with letting my toddler smear cake on her face for her first birthday and I cringe when she eats spaghetti. Her pediatrician is displeased with me b/c I’m still not letting her use a spoon at 18 mo but I’ll let her use a fork b/c it’s neater. It’s pretty much my only neat freak issue, and it will probably cause her to have some kind of bizarre food issue when she grows up.
I agree with Chelle about the bread! I won’t use the front or back pieces (unless I’m making a sandwich for my husband or son).
Also, I can’t have any unread messages anywhere. Email, text, voicemail. I go crazy if there is a notification and in my email, once it’s been read, I MUST file it into a folder. Coworkers make fun of me for this.
I overuse my turn signal. If I am turning in any way I use my turn signal. Parking lots, parks, when there are absolutely NO cars around. Also, I have to replace my turn signal bulbs frequently (probably a result of the overuse).
Yeah, we all have quirks. It’s nice that we can make fun of each other for them
I’d have to say the memorial stickers on the backs of people’s trucks/cars bother me even more!
1. I have to scroll to the top of a webpage before leaving or navigating away from the page no matter what.
2. Growing up my mother told us that Shoney’s spit on the toast for butter so now as an adult I cannot to go a Shoney’s to eat. It’s somewhat embarrassing to explain to people but really come on Shoney’s??
3. I have to rearrange my furniture at least every three months.
4. I become a klepto whenever I go to my Grandmother’s house. Seriously last time I walked away with four Christmas sweaters, a cubs tee shirt, a sweater I know I’ll never wear, and a denim collar shirt. A DENIM COLLARED SHIRT!
5. I rarely ever throw any clothes away. I have stuff from sixth grade.
I also hate for shirts to touch my neck, they make me feel like I’m being choked too! I have to dump out my fries or chips everytime I eat either one and eat all of the broken/short ones first and save the “whole” ones for last. I can’t stand it when my little one leaves toothpaste in the sink. I know he’s only 6, but gross!!
1) I hate all forms of pasta – everything from Mac-N-Cheese, to Spaghetti, to Lasagna. My wife frequently points out how weird that is and how it really restricts our evening cooking options.
2) I used to always think my lips looked funny. I guess that was before I met my wife, because ever since I met her I forgot about this little defect of mine as she seems to have no problem kissing me!
3) If it was socially acceptable, I’d start tight-rolling my jeans again. I loved that fad and hated when it faded out. It took me a long time to get used to not tight-rolled pants. I felt like I was wearing bell bottoms!
4) Brushing my teeth almost always gags me! The foam that builds up is just too much to handle most of the time. When I travel for business I have to work extra hard to avoid a “gack fest” that I’m sure my hotel neighbors would assume is someone being strangled to death and would therefore call the police to report the attempted murder.
My husband doesn’t like pasta either! I thought he was the ONLY one in the world!
I have sort of a pug nose, so I can’t (well, WON’T) drink out of a bottle or can straight up because it touches my nose. I drink out of the side of my mouth and it drives my husband INSANE. “Drink out of the middle of your mouth! You look ridiculous!” “I can’t! The can touches my nose!” “What’s wrong with that?” “I GET COKE ON MY NOSE.”
I also won’t eat any solid food that has to have a liquid poured on top because soggy? IS OF THE DEVIL. No pancakes, no milk on my cereal, nothing. I will eat french toast and waffles with syrup on the side for dipping (they’re denser than pancakes and get less soggy in the 1 second it takes to get to my mouth) but that’s it.
hilarious!
My husband has the same neck issue!
1. I hate soft fabrics, like velvet or chenille.. If I even think about them (like now) my hands sweat.
2. I gag at the idea of mushy foods that aren’t supposed to be mushy. Toast that gets next to runny eggs – disgusting but mashed potatoes are cool.
3. If I make a typo I have to erase the whole sentence & start over. You’d think I’d be a horrible typest but I’m actually really fast.
Whewww!
~I can’t cook until my kitchen is totally clean and I have to clean the dishes as soon as I dirty them, even as I’m cooking/baking.
~When I cut my grass, I can never cut it the same way twice in a row.
~When I put my silverware away, I have to straighten all the forks, spoons and knives before closing the drawer.
~I have anxiety about being late for anything and if I am running late, I get diarrhea from my nerves.lol
~I’m quirky when it comes to my daughters hair. I think she’s had a coordinating hair accessorie of some kind since the day she was born. As an ex-hairstylist, I am constantly searching for new ways to braid, knot, ponytail her hair! (she’s nearly 4 and tells me she likes it MESSY!)
~My daughter has always slept with me because I (again)have anxiety that the house will burn up and I won’t have time to get her, or someone could snatch her from her bedroom or someone might break in and hurt her.(I could go on and on)
I have more but I don’t want to appear cray cray!
I totally get the running late thing. I’ve always said that on time means you’re late and ten minutes early means you’re on time. I usually show up twenty minutes early for everything or I go into panic attacks.
Carrie,
I’m totally with you on the sleeping with your child thing. My daughter just turned four, and she has always slept with me for the very same reasons you listed. And I back up this quirk with the knowledge that I have yet to see a news report of a child who has been taken in the night while sleeping between their parents. She’s safe, and everyone sleeps well.
1) I can’t stand getting my hair washed at a hair salon because the feel of warm water that gets on the towel around my neck makes me feel gross.
2) I can’t stand the feeling of getting my nails filed (I think its the noise that bothers me the most).
3) The sound of someone brushing their teeth (other than me) freaks me out. I always mute the T.V. when this happens.
4) I don’t like anything near my eyes which means no eye drops, contacts, etc.
5) I can’t stand hearing daily updates on Brad and Angelina (not sure if that is relevant to this article but it is a pet peeve of mine). Now that they are engaged I have to hear daily about the wedding, ring, etc!
That’s about it for me!
Anja, I’m similar with my eyes. I can do eye drops (but it took years to master this act) but I’ve only ever successfully gotten one glaucoma test in my whole life.
I am totally with you on the nail filing! HATE it!
Yep on the eyes. I have to be physically restrained if I need eyedrops.
And, contacts.. never! I don’t like watching people even changing theirs. Ick.
Oh, I use towels over and over again. Anything to avoid doing more laundry. My brother in law thinks it’s gross though, and always gets on my sister’s case for doing the same thing. Somehow though he thinks it’s okay to chew his own toenails (I KNOW!). He justifies it by saying he’s just gotten out of the shower, so his feet are clean. Well, genius, why does your towel get filthy, but your feet are clean? Ick…
1. I have to sleep with socks on.
2. When wearing shorts or skirts and I have my legs crossed I don’t like it when the back of my calf muscle touches the back of my thigh. It just feels weird and freaks me out. (Also another reason why I sleep with socks on.
3. I’m addicted to hand sanitizer. Then my hands get kinda dry after I use it so I put on hand lotion and then a bit of hand sanitizer in case I rubbed it all off. The cycle never ends!
4. I had 6 wisdom teeth and had them all removed in one appointment. Missed 2 weeks of college, lost about 12lbs and developed a minor addiction to oxycodone. It was awesome.
5. I can’t remember the last time I made my bed. I figure I’m just gonna mess it up again the next night so why bother.
I’m with you on making the bed – what a HUGE waste of time.
I am terrified of 4 things. I mean, pass the Xanax and don’t ask me for anything for the rest of the day terrified. These fears are my “weirdness”
1) Trains stopped at the rail road crossing. Why? Because when I was 16, terrorists crashed planes into buildings. And I developed a “what if” mind set. What if terrorists block every rail road crossing by stopping trains and we can’t leave town? I mean. Middle America Indiana is thee #1 place this’ll happen, I watched Jericho.
2) Ice Cream trucks. Perfect place to Jeffery Dahmer it up and hide the bodies.
3) Wind Chimes. Whenever you hear one in movies, something bad happens.
4) When the entire congregation at church says the Lord’s Prayer in unison. When I was a small child, I thought my family had been replaced with robots.
I also have to put Taco Bell tacos in the fridge to get them cold and hard before I eat them.
I cannot stand the feel of ANY food in the sink if I’m washing dishes. I gag every time.
If someone puts their finger in my belly button I will curl into a ball and almost cry. I figure it can mess up your internal organs because that’s where the umbilical cord was connected. (No I haven’t seen a study done, but it wont change my mind)
Every time I get diarrhea I fear i’ll poop out my birth control pill and end up pregnant with twins.
Frogs terrify me. If I’m driving and I hear them, I will literally shake with fear. Lord help everyone within screaming distance if one comes near me.
I think my reg leg is shorter than my left one. My pants always bag at my foot differently, and my right foot is the only one that gets wet when I wear flip flops in the rain.
Crystal Im right there with you about the belly button. Im terrified if you poke it that its going to come open and my guts will spill out.
I cant wash my face in the sink, splashing water on it scares the shit out of me! I have a towel over the shower door so I can dry my face off as soon as possible.
My mom has the same issue with her neck. She’s crazy. Ergo, you’re crazy. Confirmed.
I think roadside memorials are weird, too. I’m crazy. Ergo, you’re crazy. Double confirmed.
1. I have to eat one item on my plate at a time; and they cannot touch. That’s just weird (the food touching, not my issues with it!)
2. If one of my hands or feet gets wet, I have to get the other one just as wet. This makes walking in the rain (and after the rain) difficult, because I avoid puddles like the plague.
3. Like Mechell above, before I leave a website, I always go back to the top.
4. I have no problems changing clothes in front of people (yes, sometimes random people; it happens), but I can’t wear a bathing suit in front of people without having a huge anxiety attack.
5. When I cook, the kitchen has to be completely clean. I also pull out all of the ingredients I’m going to be using so that they are all together, neat and organized.
1. I do the dust thing with glasses, too. This is a new development, because I just moved to the desert where it’s dusty as shit.
2. I used to do the towel thing, but stopped, because now I live in the desert, where my towels feel drier and cleaner.
REVERSE NEUROSES. WOOT.
3. I didn’t even notice I did the website thing until I saw Rachel and Mechell mention it. I’m a freak.
4. I listen to music through YouTube instead of just making a damn playlist.
5. I hate/love being tickled. It’s kind of messed up.
All I can come up with is that I cannot stand hair on my neck when I’m working out. Not even a pony tail will work; it must be up in a messy bun and adjusted as the wight of my hair drags it down while running. It also bugs me when I see people working out with their hair down. How does that not drive them crazy? How???
I am so glad I am not nuts, cuz everyone else posting these aren’t and I agree with most of their answers….right? Right?
Anywho…here are mine…
I don’t like standing close to edges of things that are high off the ground, even if it has a railing, because I have an irrational fear I will fall over the side to my death.
Anything that you put into your eyes, ears, nose (drop-wise) freaks the hell out of me…mostly the eyes…it looks like a ginormous ocean falling onto your face…you could drown!
I keep my cellphone on the toilet seat next to the shower when I am in the shower…once, I slipped in there and fortunately my fireman fantasy didn’t have to play out, but I also can’t count on the neighbors being home to bang on the wall when I need to get clean either…
I thought of another one…when my sister and I were younger, my dad told us croutons for salad were bird poop…seeing people eat them makes me want to vomit.
1. I hate drinking out of a glass with water marks on it. I know that there’s nothing wrong with it, but it LOOKS dirty.
2. I practically chug whatever I drink–water, juice, milk, alcohol. If not chugging, at least drinking very fast and frequently. I rarely drink anything but water at home, because I use up any drink that I guy in a day or two–it’s not worth buying anything but on rare occasion. If I drink a lot of water at once and then wiggle around as if I’m hula-hooping, the sound of the water sloshing around in my belly is audible to whoever is nearby.
3. I’m not colorblind, but what I call colorstupid. I can identify basic colors, but if it falls anywhere even close to the middle of the spectrum between two main colors (red-orange, green-blue, etc), I can’t identify it. Further, I don’t really notice color of anything, like what people are wearing. I even had someone say to me once, “I’ve never been to your apartment during the daytime–;)–I never realized the awning is orange. I turned to look above the door I’d passed through every day for 7 months and replied, “Oh yeah, you’re right.”
4. I can’t stand the feel of moisturizers or lotions on my skin, or even chapstick. I don’t know if there’s any science behind this, but I think skin conditions itself to get used to artificial moisturizers, so they end up making skin less capable of moisturizing naturally. It makes sense, since I rarely get dry skin.
5. Since I reached an age that my mom didn’t do it for me, I’ve never used a nail file/nail clipper. I’ve always bitten or used my other nails to break them off.
I chug everything I drink too! I fill my glass with water standing in front of the fridge, chug it down, take two steps and put the glass in the dishwasher. Every. Time. I do this with beer too.
1. If someone touches my face, I have to wipe it off. If they touch my face in a certain motion or pattern, I have to wipe it off in the same direction that they touched me. It not a germs thing, it’s the thought of someone elses fingerprints on my skin that freaks me out.
2. If I see anyone (even a little baby) stick their finger in their belly button, I will gag and almost vomit. Belly buttons gross me out.
3. I can’t say the word “going” because my brain tells me that it needs to have a hard “g” sound at the end, but ing doesn’t have a hard g sound. So instead of saying “I am going to do this” I always say “I’m gonna do this”.
4. I have a scar on the side of my nose that I’ve had since I was eleven. When I first got it, I told all of my friends that I went to get my nose pierced and the piercing gun malfunctions and tore open my face, but I didn’t cry, because I was cool. In reality, I accidentally walked under a staircase and smacked my face into a bottom step.
5. I have OCD. Most of the above weird things are because of this one thing.
There are just as many bugs inside a mausoleum as there are in the ground! Seriously, like little gross worms and crunchy-looking bugs that I’ve never seen before. Plus, when you get buried in the ground, the casket goes into a cement vault (p.s. you can personalize your vault…I’ve seen pink ones and leopard print ones and super sparkly glitter ones!) and then into the ground…so you’re kind of double-protected as opposed to the plastic bag your casket gets wrapped in when you’re entombed in a mausoleum…
Don’t ask how I know this. It isn’t because I clean a mausoleum and also help with their burial process because of some weird family side business that sprang off of my dad’s real business. I mean, it’s not like I have two college degrees and find burying people more exciting than most things I do. And it’s not like I’m about to finish up at work and head over to the mausoleum to letter a crypt or anything…
I have to say I love this post because the comments were awesome. It is always good to know that we are not alone in having our weird things. In fact this list gave me my first genuine smile today. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I think I am depressed because I finished 50 shades freed; now what am I going to do/read next?
Anyhoo here are a few of mine:
I have even thrown away books people borrowed because you can’t lysol the shit out of that without ruining it anyway. I think this is the thing about me that drives my Husband the most nuts.
1.) Toilet paper rolls must be dispensed with the new piece coming from the top. I will fix it wherever I am and correct their mistake of letting it dispense from the bottom.
2.) I agree with someone above that I cannot leave things unread anywhere: that little “1″ or whatever number laughs at me and makes me feel like a failure for not making it go away. I also folder every email once I have dealt with it which is, of course, immediately.
3.) I don’t like shaking strangers hands. Do you know that like the majority of people don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom? That is just nasty.
4.) I am so afraid of vomiting and getting the flu that I literally will throw things away that people have “infected” rather than take the chance I will get their germs. In fact I have a large plastic cup with lid and straw in my cubicle up high that I have not touched since I got the flu the last time I used it back in October. (This is one of my biggest seceret shames)
5.) I almost always gag when I use q-tips in my ear and so does my 2.5 year old daughter and my Mom. My Husband thinks we are all nuts.
6.) I hate off brand mustard, q-tips, and the first two pieces of bread in any loaf- they are too hard.
7.) I would rather be cold all day then wear socks; luckily I live in CA so this is only a problem like 1 month out of the year.
8.) I drink fluids constantly and I always have. If there is a cup in front of me with a straw I drink it plan and simple. Suffice to say I learned how to handle my liquor in college rather quickly.
9.) I think Pine Sol is like the best smell ever.
I hope this comes out right but … these things just make me love you more.
Considering dust is 80% dead human skin I wouldn’t want to drink out of any glass that had dust in it either.
That just made alot of these people flip out even worse…lol
Ugh…that just ruined my whole day.
1.I have to make the bed before I leave in the morning too. If for some reason I come home at night and it’s not made I’ll make it right before I will go to bed.
2. I hate birds with a passion. I blame this on my mother for letting me watch “The Birds” as a kid.
3. I Hate finding clipped nails anywhere even my own.
4. I’m very particular about the inside of my fridge. Each shelf can only hold certain things.
5. My clothes are organized by colors in the closet. And wire hangers are forbidden. Said mother in #2above let me watch Mommy Dearest…
I always run my dishwasher twice before I empty it. Dirty dishes freak me out so much I double wash. Blenders, juicers and things like that? I can’t use them because I don’t think they are ever clean.
If I have to wash my hands and don’t have lotion I freak out…then dry skin feeling after washing makes me shake.
I have such an “out of sight out of mind” mentality that almost everything in my house is in baskets or clear boxes so I don’t forget I have it.
1. The toilet paper roll has to have the flap over the top, I will change it in everyone’s bathroom
2. I am able to change everyone’s rolls because I must pee before I leave for anywhere, even a quick trip down the road. Drives my hubby crazy.
3. Tickling physically hurts me.
4. Cant stand needles, hospitals, meds – have only been in twice to birth my two kids
5. Hate seafood
I never take books out of the library because the thought of where the book has been/who has touched it grosses me out.
I put a glass of water on my nightstand every night. I take a few sips then lay a tissue over the top to avoid dust or spiders if I need water during the night.
Omg I do the scroll to the top of the web page thing too!
Thanks for helping me feel a little less neurotic
I have OCD when it comes to my food. I cannot stand when my different food items touch one another. Also, my toilet paper roll has to roll from under, not over.
I used to the the whole paper clip on my teeth until 1 it started to taste really bad and 2 I got braces. I have 2 fake teeth. I try to tell kids not to run and slide on a gym floor without shoes becasue if you fall you could bust your tooth. Oh and I spit at people coming out from surgery so telling someone to fuck off that is ok. So werid things
1.) My toliet paper rolls has to be going over. If it isn’t I fix it.
2.) My radio stations have to be on a number ending in 5 or 0. If the 5 is to loud and the 0 is to quiet then it has to be on a 3. If the 5 is to quiet and the 0 is to loud then it has to be on a 7.
3.) My tic tac has to be even in the container. As soon as I can count them someone better eatting 3. You can’t just eat 1.
4.) If I am eating candy or fruit snacks I have to have an even number of the colors.
5.) I will eat all colors of gummy bears first except red and white. Then I will make the red and white even (see number 4) and then bite the head off a colors to give me a white and red gummy bear.
Well number 5 makes me sound really bad.
Oh and to go with your nose. My one boob is a D and my other is an A. I have heard it is like being with two different women in bed.
1) I cannot stand for my mustard to touch my cheese. Yellow mustard on yellow chese is the most horrible combination ever. I like mustard and I like cheese, but they must be on opposite sides of a sandwhich. If ordering food in public I ask for no mustard, or no cheese, just to avoid them touching. My family likes to put them together just to grose me out.
2) when ever going though a uscan checkout in a grocery store, I always do it in spanish. I don’t speak spanish. it makes me giggle every time
3)none of my alarm clocks can be set on a 5 or a 0, must be an odd number.
5 is an odd number, lol
1) Neck thing… I am convinced it is because I was strangled to death in my past life.
2) Sleeping in other peoples beds if they don’t change the sheets. They have sex there, who wants to lay in that?
3) Always need to wear clean socks to bed. Any sock that touches the floor must be changed because I can’t stomach the thought of the germs or gross dirt particles in my bed.
4) My dog is not allowed in my living room. When he runs outside he makes no effort to avoid running through his poop. I can’t have transfer poop on the carpet.
I get the clean socks to bed, but I don’t get socks to bed, period. Poop transfer, however, totally with you!
My feet tend to get super cold at night and when my feet are cold it is impossible to warm the rest of my body. lol.
1. Neck thing here also. Can’t won’t, really hate seeing it on someone else.
2. Can’t watch movies where everything goes horribly wrong and then works out in the end. Risky Business (besides the hot scenes) was my nightmare.
3. Don’t like putting my arms above my head. Had lots of cousins and uncles who thought it was funny to tickle me under my arms when I was a kid so I can’t do it now. Raising my hand in class wasn’t an option.
4. Can’t stand someone going through my mail. Threatened my mother with jail time if she opened my mail once. Didn’t go over well but I still did it.
5. Feet – I hate people’s feet touching me. I don’t want to see them really either but I can take that as long as they don’t get close to me.
1. Same thing with me and the neck thing. Haven’t worn a turtleneck in decades. Can’t wear tight necklaces either. I refuse to have my wardrobe choke me to death.
2. I hate having strangers touch my feet for any reason, especially pedicures. I have extremely sensitive feet and it tickles so much it hurts. So I only get a pedi maybe once a year and that’s only if it’s absolutely necessary.
3. I’m with you on the roadside memorials. They’re just wrong.
4. When eating colored candies, I always divide them by color and eat my least favorite first. Save my favorite for last. Actually, I do this pretty much with most of my food. I always save my favorite thing during a meal for last.
5. Hair in my face. Like single strands that feels like a huge tree limb across my face. I love my hair longer but I hate the fact that it will blow in my face. And then when I can’t exactly locate that single strand with my hand to get it out of my face – drives me friggin’ crazy.
I do this with Froot Loops. I eat them by the colors, always saving red and purple for last. (And dry, natch. No milk. [see above])
I get short of breath and my heart races when I have to open a can of Pillsbury anything – cinnamon rolls, biscuits, crescents, all of it. I HATE it with the fire of a thousand suns!
1.) I am deathly afraid of aliens. Completely unproven, but I think they all secretly hate me and want to beat me up.
2.) I care too much about what other people think of me (hence my blog). P.S. YOU NEVER RETURNED MY CALL.
3.) This is the really weird one. When I pull out an eyelash or eyebrow, I have the weirdest sensation to rub it over my lips. I have NO F*CKING CLUE WHY.
So many of these things are true for me, too. You all make me feel so normal, meaning my quirks are just like the rest of the world’s quirks. My added two cents….
1) I have to wash my hands after throwing any garbage away, even if it’s just a piece of paper. Because hello, I just touched GARBAGE!
2) The dishwasher must be loaded in a certain way. If my husband or kids clean up after a meal, I often move the dirty dishes around in the dishwasher so they are arranged just so.
3) When I sleep at night, I hardly move. I can slip out of bed in the morning and you can’t even tell someone slept there.
4) When I was about 10, I was terrified of growing up and having to fill out paperwork for health insurance.
5) Parents who don’t bathe their babies every night freak me out. They pooped and peed in their diaper against their skin all day. How can you not bathe them? G.R.O.S.S.
Totally jealous of number three…my bed looks like a tornado every morning…and number five bugs me too.
Well you all were brave…..so here are mine!
1. I sleep with a fan on, winter, summer, fall, spring, there always has to be a fan on in the bedroom. If we are going to stay somewhere I ask if they have a fan, if not, I bring my own. My hubby and I have had so many fights about “the fan”
2. If you are my friend, spouse, child, family member, everyone knows my rule. No white shoes, ever. White shoes don’t “go” with everything, they look stupid, there is no such thing as a beautiful white pump….they just don’t go, go out, be brave and don’t buy white shoes. Even my co-workers know my rule, white shoes, should be banned. I’m not talking runners, talking yucky white shoes.
3. When I’m out shopping, I take the “second” one of whatever I buy. The second package of pasta, the second magazine, the second package of beef, even if it costs more. If I have to send one of my kids to go get something I forgot, I have to make sure they get the second one.
4. I don’t match my earrings to my outfits, I usually find a nice pair, of a drop jewel that will go with everything. I can wear these earrings for days, months, years….but the second I have a “bad” day….the earrings are gone, and I get a new pair. I either give them away or throw them out….but I would never wear them again.
5. I can’t drive with music on in my car, its made. All my kids freak, but for some reason I just can’t listen to other peoples “taste” in music…….
I sound like a real peach don’t I?
I’m with you on #2 – only running/tennis shoes can be white. Otherwise, they are just too hideous.
When I’m eating smarties or M&M’s, I HAVE to eat all the green ones, then the yellow ones then orange and brown. I NEVER eat the red or blue ones. I don’t know why, I just can’t do it.
I can’t stand the sound of vacuum sealed packages being opened (you know, when they put computer mouse(s) in those plastic sealed packages and they’re a bitch to open?) and I’m always afraid I’m going to cut my hand to shreds on them.
I freak out when I see dirt under my fingernails or under my kids’. Omg, it makes me so insane.
I like feet, like having my feet touched. Pretty sure that makes me weird on this list.
1- When I drink out of a soda can, I have to twist the tab around so it covers the opening.
2- I bite my straws b/ c I have a small mouth and not biting will force too much liquid into my mouth and I will choke.
3- I can’t stand mayo and refuse to touch a jar or a sandwich or anything with it. I won’t even kiss my boyfriend if he eats some.
4- If my nose is pinched I need to “smoosh” it back so it won’t grow bigger. Thanks Dad for telling me as a kid this would happen.
5- If someone even just talks about breaking a leg or whatever, that same body part of mine will throb.
I love the comments on this post. We’re all a little different, and it’s totally cool.
1. I hate the sound of people clipping nails or toenails. It makes me want to vomit. When I’m having a manicure or pedicure, I have to hum out loud to avoid hearing the sound. The person who does my nails thinks I’m hilarious.
2. When I’m in a public bathroom, and there’s water on or in the sink, I have to wipe it off before I’ll use it. I’m not sure why.
3. I can’t go to sleep unless I know where my keys, wallet, and cell phone are.
4. I’m not going to do 5 quirky things, because I hate odd numbers. I think they are bad luck.
1. OMG me too about the neck thing, and of course I have a kid who likes to KISS MY NECK…he’s seriously obsessed with it and no I didn’t read Twilight to him in the womb
2. I still have a baby tooth, one that never fell out-I believe it’s the secret of me still looking/feeling so young
3. I was born with Pectus excavatum (chest sinks in) Luckily I never had to have surgery and it’s barely noticeable after I got boobs
4. The only bone I’ve ever broken is my pinky toe on my right foot (running from a mosquito)
5. I’ve recently self-diagnosed myself as allergic to tequila; even just one margarita will completely screw with my sinuses the next day
I had to come back to tell yall I just cause myself scrolling to the top of a webpage to change the page. Crap.
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