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09 March 2006
What are your quirks?→[More:]Here's what I mean, though this can go anywhere:
* I won't (or will do my best not to) sneeze or blow my nose around anyone. It's a loss of control thing.
* My belly button - I like the belly buttons of others, but don't touch mine, seriously. I can't even touch mine, it totally freaks me out.
I have the same thing with my belly button. I can't handle it being touched. And it REALLY creeps me out when people stick their fingers in theirs and wiggle it around.
Um, I can't think of anything else right now. I'll go ask my friend's and post back.
Wow I've never heard about this belly button thing. Fascinating.
I can't take anyone opening one of those exploding cans of dough near me. The knowing that they're going to pop any second is excrutiating. My husband likes to taunt me with pressurized tins of Pillsbury buttermilk biscuits.
My brother has that belly button thing. My sister has a tendon thing. If I grab her wrist and sorta roll the tendons, she loses it. Same with achilles tendons.
I don't know if I have anything like that. I must I suppose, but...like the lunatic I will have to check with friends!
I know I hate it when people don't close the bag in a cracker box. I mean, it's like 5 seconds of effort so that the crackers don't get stale! Who can't do that?
I used to have quite the "outtie". Then it got outter and outter and it turned out to be an umbilical hernia. It was bad enough that I was starting to get self-conscious about it.
Then the nice surgeon fixed it for me and I look normalish again... except for a vertical hairline scar that runds an inch or two above and below my belly button... with a sligth detour around the button itself.
They actually fixed it with outpatient surgery. I can remember waking up and the first thing that came to my mind was "Cool! I'm not dead!"
And once the wound healed, I can totally play with my belly button. =- )
I used to get in arguments with a buddy in high school about what would happen if you untied your belly button. After all, it is just a knot.
Also in high school, my English teacher got a chunk of his colon removed and they went in through the belly button. After they did some cosmetic surgery to make him have a belly button again. He said he told them not to bother, because he wanted to be the guy at the beach with no belly button. How weird would that be.
My quirk is that I can't let my hair touch my ears. And I MUST wash dirty dishes right after dinner.
I still can't think of anything and the friend's are no where to be found. :( I'm sure I must have quirks....everybody does. Maybe I'll email my ex and ask him, I'm sure he'll have plenty to say :P
I used to get in arguments with a buddy in high school about what would happen if you untied your belly button. After all, it is just a knot.
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The back of my neck is ticklish, when the barber gets back there with the clippers, it takes every single ounce of my willpower to not cringe up and back-head-butt him.
What iconomy said. I cannot stand the explosion of cans of dough. The mister just discovered this and thinks it's hilarious. Har de har har. Get away from me, you bastard!
Popping balloons freak me out too. I guess I hate loud, sudden noises in general.
I get shivers down my spine just thinking about scraping my teeth down a wooden ice cream bar stick. The plastic ones are fine, it's just the feeling the wood makes against my teeth. Disposable chopsticks, on the other hand, are not a problem.
I regularly get muscle twitches at various spots in my body, although they seem to come back to several locations again and again. What's really weird is lying in bed at night with the side of my head on the pillow, and hearing the muscles around my ear twitch. Sounds like a butterfly trying to get out of the ear canal, and kinda feels like it too.
I can't watch any TV show or movie scene where the protagonist is going to be humiliated in a big way. I have to leave the room or close my eyes, plug my ears and do the "La la la" thing.
I didn't realize how bad this was until I was watching "Bring it On" on USA and during the regional championships section, I had to turn off the TV, run to Movie Spoiler, read what happened, and then turn the TV back on just so I could watch the rest of the movie.
I also think I have an inner ear imbalance because I can't tip too far from my normal x/y/z axis or move too vigorously when I can't see where I'm going. On roller coasters this is cool because it adds to the excitement and adrenaline-pumping factor. During sex, this is not cool because it makes me freak out and need to stop right away.
I'm particularly squicked out by balloon squeeking, like some people with fingernails on blackboards. It sucks when you have kids and every damn store thinks it's a good idea to give helium balloons away to children.
I hate hate hate having my hair pushed against my neck. It's long-ish, and I don't mind when it's just hanging there, but I can't lie back against a pillow without moving it out the way and hoods are just a problem waiting to happen.
Ever since I read The Diary of Anne Frank, I reflexively look for places to hide people. It's just part of the house-hunting process for me: Where will we put the sofa? How much closet space is there? Where can I hide people from the gestapo?
I can't bear the thought of biting on fabric, especially a towel. I've gone all skeevy just typing this.
Oh god, me too. My jaw muscles are tingling right now. Also, acrylic-like fabrics that come out of the dryer and are all squirky and squinchy? Goosebumps every time.
I can't stand being sticky. And trying to use a sticky fork? Forget it.
I don't like my hair touching the back of my neck with I'm lying down. This means I lie around with my head spread out around me, all Rubenesque-like.
I like to bite towels, fabric, and erasers. I'll also bite plastic pen barrels and caps, and maybe buttons. I like to bite sesame seeds, like the ones that fall off Big Mac buns, in half with my incisors.
I like things to be clean where I work, so if I work at a desk I clean it and the telephone with Windex or Formula 409 once in a while. I think this is reasonable behavior, but someone always makes a crack that I might have OCD. >:( So I guess it is a quirk.
Since working at a movie theater and a store, both of which had glass doors, I can't stand fingerprints on glass doors anymore.
Where can I hide people from the gestapo?
I visited the house in Amsterdam where Anne Frank and her family hid. You can walk through the opening behind the bookcase and through the rooms, and you can see the newspaper clippings that she stuck to the wall over her desk. Then you can walk through the storage rooms where the employees of the business worked. It was very respectful and compelling.