I hear that. Honestly, I would banish my wife from the kitchen altogether if I thought I could. It's not the she's a bad cook, but she's unfathomably inefficient and messy. The other day she was like, "The chicken is almost done... when should I start the risotto?" I looked at her and deadpanned, "An hour ago." That's just weird... use you forehead like the rest of us!
-I tap my fingers and feet constantly. It annoys Father and my coworkers to no end. -I refer to my parents as "Mother" and "Father", respectively. -I collect can tabs. I have 3 pounds so far. -I compulsively click my mouse. I easily put it through a few thousand clicks per day. These are the biggest ones.
I often imagine people wearing things that I find appealing. When I get customer calls, I think of them as being too stupid by default and I can't help it.
You sound like a friend of mine who used to work in Netflix support. That default thought was most often correct.
My way of saying 'Talking to you is like talking to a wall' is to switch to another language. Usually French or whatever one I've been working with lately.
I have number dyslexia and didn't know it til I started working at a fabric store. Where everything is numbers!
I'm learning to make a lot of food from scratch due to my bf's allergies. One recipe I've memorised from making it is cookies.
I am very long winded and can and will talk about my latest research projects for up to hours on end. Good luck listening.
I have a repaired front tooth from a cycling accident at the age of six, where I flew head over handlebars. Despite the dentist saying it'll last 'five years tops' I have the same repair over 20 years later and it hasn't had so much as a chip off. However, there is a clear line where the tooth ends and the repair work begins. However, the cycling helmet I wore at the time compacted from the impact of landing on my head. Ever since, I abjectly refuse to ride a bicycle without a helmet.
You really wouldn't think that would fall under "Character Quirks: Share something odd about yourself," would you
@Simpson17866 It was more the fact I have a broken tooth, but I stood out like a store thumb when I was about 12 and hanging with a group of neighbourhood kids on their bikes and the only one wearing them.
I use the knuckles of my right hand and never on the push plate always further up the door I name inanimate objects and talk to them (e.g Bernie my Rayburn cooker) When I'm alone I sleep with a soft toy tiger.... named Terence... I generally have nightmares if I try to sleep without him, although I also have a soft otter called Oswald who I take with me if i travel... Terrence is too big to put in a suitcase. I also have a number of soft moose - the largest of whom sits on my bedside table and I put my glasses on him so I can find them during the night When its rainy or stormy outside I like to sleep with the windows open ... or better still in a tent or under a tarp.... I'm also partial to having sex in those circumstances
Aha... You sound like a character you should write about, with the quirky things with inanimate objects and stuffed animals... I could imagine a detective story with a MC like that. There's comedic potential too, something akin to What About Bob.
That is pretty cool. A friend in Washington, she is a math teacher. Her husband got her a 5-6ft stuffed moose. The thing is huge.
I outgrew stuffed animals pretty late by normal people's standards. My favorite was a tiger too Did you ever read Calvin and Hobbes?
I have I didn't use to sleep with him until I got depressed last year ... hes a hang over from childhood and made me feel safe while my life was busy going to shit around me - no doubt eventually he'll go back on the blanket box with the other soft toys
I have to caveat my original statement. I said always rather firmly, but I realized there most certainly is a time when my crossed-finger door opening doesn't apply. Public bathrooms. Those doors gets opened with an elbow, and If I've no choice but to take hold of the handle upon exiting, I'll keep a piece of paper from the dispenser to shield the contact. If there is no paper dispenser, then I just deal with feeling grossed out, because though I don't have an aversion to penis - as we all know - I do at least want to have the choice of which ones I interact with.
So there's this pub near me that has one of those old school popcorn machines where people can snack at their leisure. The only problem is they placed it between the doors to the two bathrooms so anyone can get up, take a whiz, grab some popcorn, and sit back down. Needless to say i don't eat the popcorn.
1) That's horrifying. Can I use that in my WIP where my narrator is complaining about how cra**y someone's bar is? 2) I don't like swearing (even if it's just on a page) unless I'm explicitly quoting someone else (either singing along to a Parental Advisory song or writing/RPing dialogue between my characters)