Whenever I press enter on a keyboard, I habitually click the caps lock key three times with my pinkie. When I eat an apple, I also eat the core and the stem. One of my favorite sandwiches is bologna, pickles and a french-onion dip spread. Five phone numbers later, and I still only remember my first.
Reviving this thread because I love reading the replies... When someone wakes me to tell me something important, they have to make sure I'm actually awake, because I can carry on a full conversation, answering and asking questions in my sleep. I'm told my eyes are open while this occurs and that I sound only slightly sleepier than usual. Also, I can't sleep without a lot of blankets but hang one foot off the side of the mattress, outside of the covers, to regulate my sleeping temperature.
That's me exactly as well! Also, no matter what time I go to sleep I will wake up without an alarm of any sort, exactly 6 hours later. Never fails.
Simply love finding the beauty in the grotesque and bizarre, the absurdity in seeing what others find repulsive.
Me too, at a less-precise 6 to 6 1/2! I'm tired right now and would like to go to sleep but don't want to be awake at 5AM.
I do this, as well. Something I aquired from desert camping. Any wet trash brought flies or meat-bees. Lick. Lick is your friend in the desert. Lick things clean, cans, utensils containers. Bugs hate Lick. I tested three spoons after chili. One left merely wiped and placed in a plastic bag, one washed and dried, and one licked clean. The bag did nothing to discourage bugs, they landed on the spoon, not the edge of the bag. The washed spoon was equally popular! The licked spoon was rarely even investigated, no landings at all. The enzymes seem to repel insects, especially with metal. Maybe it's an electrical field thing. Wash that spoon before you eat!
Me too. My first major crush occurred in elementary school for a girl with extremely hairy arms. She was pretty and all, but her freakishly furry arms was what enthralled me the most about her; others thought it was gross, but I thought it was the most lovely thing I ever saw on a girl.
Mhmmm. I wear my glasses in the shower so then it cleans them up at the same time - it also helps me not pick up the wrong bottle (all my bottles are colour coded because of this) because i'm practically legally blind without them as I can't see an inch infront of me (anything beyond that is so fuzzy I literally can't even see people - I only see the barest of discolouration and shape). I severely dislike completetly finishing my glass/bottle/carton/whatever of anything that I am drinking. I will always leave at least 2 mm at the bottom. I'm not sure why, but it irritates me having to finish my glass. Turns out that my grandfather did the same (I didn't know at the time). Who knows? Maybe it's genetic. I always left-foot brake. Which coincidentally is always the first foot I put down when getting out of bed. I absolutely despise folding or folded things...... Scrunch it up, throw it in a bag or a closet. But never will I want to fold it and will despise and curse every minute if made to.... aarrrrggggh. I also hate it when I see a well made bed. I feel like I need to go there and scrunch it all up and make it all 'better' (for me anyways). Come to think about it, I also hate those english style beds with seventeen different blankets, dunas, sheets, linens and whatever else.... uuugh. Just a simple matress with a duna for me please!
The right side of my jaw pops from time to time, more often if I'm under stress. I almost always seem to try and pop it when I'm riding in an elevator alone, with a yawning motion that pulls my chin down and to the left. The right edit: left side pops very rarely, less than once a year. And no, I don't grind my teeth at night.
im a punctualaholic. i have to be 10 or 15 minutes earlier than the appointed time. i hate latcomers. even 5 mins late.
I was born 4 weeks preemie. One side of my brain was dark (not so much as palsied) and became fully active when I was about 15 months old. I do not process the detail of what I see in my left eye, but I still have depth perception.
I can't stand tags on anything that touches me (pillows, blankets, sheets, clothing) - I actually don't even like to see tags sticking out on other people and it's hard to resist fixing it. I also don't like any clothing with buttons, except metal or cloth covered buttons (sometimes)
Animatronics freak me out. I can handle ventriloquist dummies and shaved baby doll heads and scary clown toys, all those horror movie simulacra, but if an animatronic Thomas Edison turns and looks directly at me on a ride at Disney World, I'm fucking done. I'm out.
