Which goes back to me saying that I hate people who follow the herd, people who can't see past their own nose and think the world revolves around them. SInce I'm in high school, there's people everywhere that are like that, but there are adults like that, too. It makes you angry at such people, but at the same time you feel kind of bad for them, having to be disliked by everybody.
There are so many people that follow the herd that I doubt that "everybody" is the right term to use when describing the people who "hate" them.
Uhh...getting off the topic of hating people and back to the topic of idiosyncrasies... After I take a shower, I closely study both sides of my towel before I use it. I do that with my clothes, too, and I don't know why, because I've never put something on and found out there was a creepy crawly in it or anything, so it's not like that's what's motivating it. I guess it's just me being paranoid. Not only does being paranoid mean never having to say "why am I being stabbed" it also means never having to say "oh my god, there was a spider on my towel and when I wrapped it around myself, it bit me!"
No no. Paranoia means that every time you come around a corner, you say "What? There wasn't an axe-weilding maniac murderer waiting around this corner either?" And "paranoid" people are usually the ones that die in tv shows and movies remember?
Really? Because in most movies the ones that have a clue as to what is going on (usually the protagonists) and are labeled as paranoid are actually the ones that live.
Crap...I'm screwed. Unless it's a horror movie. And then isn't it only the chaste, moral character who lives?
From the movies I saw, it seems like the more "indecent", slutty characters get killed (usually while having sex, that seems to be a theme in horror movies) and the moral one does live. Then again, I've seen the goody-goody be the first to go.
In thrillers, espescially psychological ones (I like those) ofttimes it's the "paranoid" that have a certain degree of knowledge about what's going on that end up dead. In some at least. In others they survive. Speaking of Psychological thrillers, you should watch Hypnosis (japanese psychological thriller, very cool).
I...make cat noises. It's just kinda my thing. Usually when I'm being playful. Or if I'm thinking hard about something, I'll meow to myself. Ironically, I am allergic to cats. I also tend to ruffle my hair when I'm nervous about talking to someone (which is surprisingly often; I'm pretty shy in real life). I realize that this must look weird to other people, just running my hands through my hair in the middle of conversation. I try not to do it, but my limbs just don't seem to listen.
I do that, too. Or I touch my face or neck. Sometimes, like when we have a walk through and I have to interact with our district manager a lot, there are red marks on my neck because of it. :redface: Edit: Oh, and the cat noises thing reminded me that I make sound effects. For instance, without really thinking about it, I'll be pushing a cart and then, when I stop, I make a noise like a car screeching to a stop. Or if I get really bored, I just start making weird noises with my mouth. When I was little, I thought no one could hear them but me, and then one of my friends was like "dude, what are you doing?"
hehe - i do that too. and have gotten more than one roommate to do it as well. and they would come back with horror stories about how they mew-ed at a friend/coworker who didn't know me and got embarrassed because i made them mew subconciously... hehehe~!
Lying is incredibly natural to me. Sometimes I can lie about something simply to add to a conversation that is going downhill, or because I have nothing interesting to say that is in fact true, lol. I also lie about myself a LOT. Not here though. I think. Sometimes I find it hard to keep from lying about stuff. Edit: Like I can make up a fake story that sounds both plaucible and interesting in my head and have a hard time not sneaking it into the conversation somehow. Oh and making sarcastic remarks all the time helps, keeps me from lying, + I like making other people laff. I find them funny myself too. And it keeps my brain busy. It won't shut down, that's the real issue. I have no off button to make it stop thinking through useless things.
I have to sit in a rocking chair. If I don't, I start rocking anyways. If I can't, my foot bounces up and down at a mile a minute.
Oh, one more thing: I have a strange fascination with salamanders and newts. Sometimes the word sssssalamandah! comes our of my mouth all Tourette Syndrome style.
Haha, that is a weird one. It reminds me of this guy my mom used to work with, who went by the name Salamander. He was short and skinny, and had tons of tattoos. We all made fun of my aunt for going on a date with him.
I wear skirts and tops or dresses. I just don't wear pants or shorts. It's not a religious thing or a girly-girl thing; they just aren't comfortable for me. I don't even own a pair of jeans. I absolutely cannot sleep on a sheet that is not white. In my world, sheets, towels, and socks are white. I have a certain way I need my towels, face cloths and dish cloths folded. If someone can't fold them that way, I'd rather do it myself. I'll just unfold all the ones that are folded 'wrong' and refold them, anyway.
I'm cool with lizards as long as they don't congregate in hotel bars... Another weird one, I talk in almost indecipherable slang and vernacular until someone asks me to clarify, then I explain in very educated-sounding English.
