Personal quirks

[Socratoad]

Its true confession time. No Liv this is not "the" project of which I referred earlier. Rather its a light heart way to give my tiny brain a momentary rest.

I would like for each of us to admit here on the board some strange, unusual, amusing or annoying little personal quick or self-perceived personality flaw or even asset you have.

I have always been an incurable people watcher, not the type that tries to gather other peoples affectations, way of expressing themselves in order that I can use them as part of a composite for a fictitious character in a book. No its not something useful like that. It just that I cannot prevent myself from suddenly saying something rather controversial,damn silly or contradictory when standing in a lineup,attending a convention, or standing with a group of complete strangers anywhere. I do not address anyone in particular when doing this although friends are aware that when I say something completely off the wall to them that I'm not really talking to them but just up to my usual games.

If I am in the presence of right-wingers I become particularly outrageous. Not personal insults, just something that usually blows their minds. Then try to catch the facial expressions. If someone calls me on this, I feign innocence and gently remind them that I was not addressing them.

I have been doing this for so many years that I can't seem to be able to stop. From what I've heard my grandfather had the same strange quirk. Very shy people sometimes dread being in my company or like Peter deny knowing me.

Anyone else care to step into the confessional? Father Toad is waiting.

[viscousmemories]

I have a tendency to go for the jugular in response to a perceived verbal attack on me, only to realize more often than not that I misinterpreted or overestimated the comment I'm responding to.

For example I might ask someone what they think of my new haircut and when they respond with a funny look I say, "Oh yeah? Well you're no beauty queen yourself!" To which they respond, "Um, I was just wondering whether you're using gel."*

I have gradually but consistently (imo) improved in this area over the last year. :yup:


*This story is a complete hypothetical. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental, and I claim no responsibility for any offense to people with bad hair.

[Lauri D]

My personal quirk is that I like to tempt fate, as if there was such a thing.

[Socratoad]

My personal quirk is that I like to tempt fate, as if there was such a thing.

Hmmmmmmmm, is that something similar to self destructive tendencies? :D

[lisarea]

Oh, VERY FUNNY, you guys!

I'm RIGHT HERE.

There's NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.

It's not my fault that, whenever someone makes any kind of critical comments about anything, they're actually talking about me.

I mean, you TRY to cloak your critiques in terms of politics, yourself, Jerry Springer, inclement weather, or poorly prepared food, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME.

[wildernesse]

My annoying personal quirk is my ambition--RA calls it "pulling a Tiffany". It's evidenced by attempting a complicated or overblown project instead of taking baby steps towards a goal. An example would be baking Christmas cookies--which I decided to do this year. I picked out no less than 5 recipes to make in a day, but due to various little events only made 3 kinds of cookies: sugar, gingerbread, and pecan bars. Yum.

Of course, attempting overblown projects are a bit of a set up for failure. Luckily, I have RA and another very close friend who live in what is known in some circles as "reality" who try to talk me out of my craziness or a least tone me down. I think we're good for each other--they help tone me down and I help drag them out of their comfort zones.

[Socratoad]

Oh, VERY FUNNY, you guys!

I'm RIGHT HERE.

There's NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.

It's not my fault that, whenever someone makes any kind of critical comments about anything, they're actually talking about me.

I mean, you TRY to cloak your critiques in terms of politics, yourself, Jerry Springer, inclement weather, or poorly prepared food, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME.

Shhhhhh, Lisa, don't look now, they ARE talking about you.


But they're saying nice things :yup: :D

[Socratoad]

My annoying personal quirk is my ambition--RA calls it "pulling a Tiffany". It's evidenced by attempting a complicated or overblown project instead of taking baby steps towards a goal. An example would be baking Christmas cookies--which I decided to do this year. I picked out no less than 5 recipes to make in a day, but due to various little events only made 3 kinds of cookies: sugar, gingerbread, and pecan bars. Yum.

Of course, attempting overblown projects are a bit of a set up for failure. Luckily, I have RA and another very close friend who live in what is known in some circles as "reality" who try to talk me out of my craziness or a least tone me down. I think we're good for each other--they help tone me down and I help drag them out of their comfort zones.

Tis always a good thing to have friends who will save us from our nuttiest selves, and we save them from theirs........methinks. :chin:

[Socratoad]

OK, a little more true confessions about my earlier confession about just one of my quirks :D

Actually I'm quite aware what causes me to blurt out outrageous crap out in public, or among groups of people in general. I have more than just a touch of agoraphobia, or whatever the more accurate term may be. This has always been so. Most people, with the exception of a couple of people who know me really really well think that I am a very confident extrovert. I'm very confident, just uncomfortable among people, and so out of some uncontrollable nervousness I act out, so to speak. When I was a young man in the air force many people said, "No party is complete without happy-go-lucky-life-of-the-party Toad. The truth is I detest parties, or more correctly I detest the way I act at parties. Covering up my extreme discomfort by being the "wit", the demeanor raconteur when actually feeling like I was about to die. I grew up enough eventually enough to just say "no thank you" whenever I was invited to a party.

The only way I managed to get by in a social setting consisting of more than a very small intimate group was to remain in that twilight zone between falling on my face and being just half-drunk.

I'm only completely happy when I'm either alone or engaged in a one on one conversation.
So there you are folks. Far more information about Toad than you could ever wish to know. Wake up, WAKE UP ...... Oh did I tell you that another one of my quirks is that I can't stand the sound of snoring.

[Dingfod]

Nothing the matter with me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me... me...
*urk*
*rattle*
*bang*
*ding*
*bang*
*ching*
*crash*
*tinkle*
*kaBOOM!*


Okay, okay... I have a hard time taking someone serious.

[Dragar]

The only way I managed to get by in a social setting consisting of more than a very small intimate group was to remain in that twilight zone between falling on my face and being just half-drunk.

I'm the same, but for slightly different reasons.

Allow me to explain.

In England, it is usally considered quite entertaining (at least, for anyone under the age of 40) to either:

a) Attend parties.
b) Go 'out'.

Attending parties consists of, for the most part, either standing or dancing while consuming large amounts of alcohol and talking to various people, many of whom are strangers, most of whom are drunk or high. Everyone is loud, and conversation consists almost entirely of jokes or 'small talk'.

Going 'out' consists of the same, but music is louder and fewer people are stoned. Oh, and rather than being at someone's house, it takes place in a public building such as a pub, a club, or whatever.

Now, I do not find these activities enjoyable. I especially detest clubs. I can manage pubs, provided they are quiet and not overly smokey (I have asthma which is normally so mild as to be not there at all, but smoke sets it off). I don't enjoy groups of more than around four people, and even that is pushing it.

Mostly, you see, I find them boring. It's not that I dislike people, as such. I just always think of much more interesting things to be doing. Books to be read, games to be played, new songs to learn on my guitar, new equations to master in physics, new discussions to be had on online message boards. And compared to the enjoyment I get from that, face to face interaction with people bores me greatly. Nobody is interested in the latest developments in science, or various theorems in mathematics, or the listening to views on philosophy, or how the government should be run. And computer games are terribly dull to talk about. And I dislike singing and playing guitar in public (I'm not shy, apart from when attention is focused on me - and then I blush uncontrollably, which isn't so much fun).

Sometimes I have interesting conversations with people. But they are rarely very long, and it's incredibly rare for it to happen with more than one or two other people present. Parties go on about six hours too long - I always want to leave after the first hour has passed.

Anyway, I get bored in social settings. So, in order to ease the boredom, I drink. But, since I'm drinking in a 'down' mood, the depressant does what it says it does - depresses me. This isn't fun.

So, there you have it. That's essentially why I am a complete introvert. Not out of social ineptness (I'm actually quite good with people), but out of a failure to enjoy social interaction.

I think that counts as a 'quirk'.

[LadyShea]

I talk too much and too fast and interrupt people. I can't seem to stop; but it's only with people I like a lot and am excited to talk to, so they usually forgive me. People I don't like can yammer all day with nary a peep from me.

[viscousmemories]

Dragar, I can relate perfectly well to that post. I have always preferred hanging out with one or two people over parties or clubs. Frankly I think clubbing is far more antisocial than posting on a discussion board. I don't know why anyone thinks surrounding yourself with people it's virtually impossible to interact with besides on a purely physical level is somehow 'social'. But I can especially relate since I quit smoking and drinking, since now I don't even have those things to distract myself from the monotony of 'socializing'.

[Dragar]

viscousmemories, that's cool. I'm glad I'm not alone in that. I don't smoke, and rarely drink either, for what it's worth.

[Socratoad]

Dragar, perhaps none of these things mentioned on the thread may actually be quirks if someone wanted to play resident pedantic, however seeing I started the thread methinks they are all quirks, at least for the purposes of this thread.

I find yours to be very interesting. Damn that alcohol but at times it does allow one some escape from an almost intolerable situation.

Intolerable situations are like tourists: there is always so damned many of them. :D

[Corona688]

Count me in as another person who doesn't find parties enjoyable. Frankly, I don't think there's anything abnormal about that, given I'm nowhere near the only person who's ever expressed that sentiment.

So, character quirk, character quirk.. ok. I find difficult to talk about myself. Not mildly difficult, REALLY difficult.

[Socratoad]

Count me in as another person who doesn't find parties enjoyable. Frankly, I don't think there's anything abnormal about that, given I'm nowhere near the only person who's ever expressed that sentiment.

So, character quirk, character quirk.. ok. I find difficult to talk about myself. Not mildly difficult, REALLY difficult.

Well that surely does count.
I can't seem to stop this tendency toward exhibitionism in my old age. :D

[Sweetie]

I'm a people watcher in the sense of observation, I like to observe and guess at pyschological motivations.

I'm introverted but not too bad. I enjoy people on occasion, though only when I feel like it so in that sense it boils down to using them. Talk to me when I feel like it but I'm not necessarily available when you feel like it. I'm working on it.

I always did question my friend's desire to go out three time a week, get drunk and whatever else. I was forced by circumstance though perhaps, to not go through this common period of personal growth for I had my children fairly early in my life. I do, however, like to go out but not alone and not with one or two people either. I thoroughly enjoy vitality in the sense of humour and energy therefore I generally fully enjoy being out in a crowd with a bunch of my friends laughing and dancing. If this is not possible, I do not care to go out. Getting drunk for the sake of getting drunk holds no interest, being out for the sake of being out holds no interest.

Are those quirks? I don't know. :chin:

Perhaps it's a quirk that I am very protective of my personal space.

Perhaps it's a quirk that I find that silliness in the sense of becoming a child again or recalling childhood zeal very closely resembles happiness, but only my husband every really gets to see my silly side.

I'm terribly unorganized and these days it's a wonder that any of my children get to school. I have kept everything in my head all my life but I guess I'm getting to the point that I might be trying to keep too much in my head, my life and the social and educational life of my three children plus religion and philosophical questions, plus my husband and appointments, all the bills, etc. is a bit much.

I do get uncomfortable in a crowd some times but it's mostly because I can be self-conscious, though I'm mostly over that.

Other than that and perhaps another handful of things, I'm perfect. :P

[Socratoad]

I talk too much and too fast and interrupt people. I can't seem to stop; but it's only with people I like a lot and am excited to talk to, so they usually forgive me. People I don't like can yammer all day with nary a peep from me.


Just like my late wife. Do you sometimes finish your partners sentences for them? My wife did. We had a little joke between us just went like this: I would yammer away in my pedantic way, then my wife would say, "What Terry really means is ......."

[Ensign Steve]

I like parties. This thread makes that feel like a quirk to me.

Real quirks:
I have some real obsessive traits, like checking whether doors are locked even if I already know the answer. I have to lock the deadbolt first so I can turn the knob and physically check that the deadbolt is holding before I lock the knob. After I lock the slider, I pull it in the open direction to make sure the lock catches. And when I roll down the window in my car an inch so it can breathe while it is parked, I push down on the glass so that I can see exactly how open it is after it gives that quarter-inch or so. I lock my car when I pump my gas. And thank goodness my apartment is so tiny, because when I leave I have to check every light, power strip, lock (of course), and the thermostat before I leave. And I tend to type really wordy paragraphs to drive one little point home on message boards.

Edit: Oh yeah, and a big part of my lock obsession is patting my pocket to feel for keys several times, and sometimes I have to pull them out and look at them to make sure they aren't just a pile of quarters.

[Socratoad]

I'm a people watcher in the sense of observation, I like to observe and guess at pyschological motivations.

I'm introverted but not too bad. I enjoy people on occasion, though only when I feel like it so in that sense it boils down to using them. Talk to me when I feel like it but I'm not necessarily available when you feel like it. I'm working on it.

I always did question my friend's desire to go out three time a week, get drunk and whatever else. I was forced by circumstance though perhaps, to not go through this common period of personal growth for I had my children fairly early in my life. I do, however, like to go out but not alone and not with one or two people either. I thoroughly enjoy vitality in the sense of humour and energy therefore I generally fully enjoy being out in a crowd with a bunch of my friends laughing and dancing. If this is not possible, I do not care to go out. Getting drunk for the sake of getting drunk holds no interest, being out for the sake of being out holds no interest.

Are those quirks? I don't know. :chin:

Perhaps it's a quirk that I am very protective of my personal space.

Perhaps it's a quirk that I find that silliness in the sense of becoming a child again or recalling childhood zeal very closely resembles happiness, but only my husband every really gets to see my silly side.

I'm terribly unorganized and these days it's a wonder that any of my children get to school. I have kept everything in my head all my life but I guess I'm getting to the point that I might be trying to keep too much in my head, my life and the social and educational life of my three children plus religion and philosophical questions, plus my husband and appointments, all the bills, etc. is a bit much.

I do get uncomfortable in a crowd some times but it's mostly because I can be self-conscious, though I'm mostly over that.

Other than that and perhaps another handful of things, I'm perfect. :P

Which reminds me. I used to be terribly conceited, but after several sessions with a psychiatrist I am now happy to say I'm no longer conceited, in fact I"m perfect ...... and very humble too. :D

[Petra]

I have to hang my washing on the line with matching clothespegs.

Nothing upsets me more than only having one blue peg left when I hang, say a towel, or something. It's a blue peg on each side, or it's a yellow peg on each side - you can't have one of each, even if the colours are cool with other on the colour wheel. Shit like that just won't do when it comes to my washing.


Does that count as a personal quirk? Maybe. But have you seen people's clotheslines and the way they hang their washing all willy-nilly?! It's just plain ugly, I tell you.

[Adora]

I have this inescapable need to make people laugh.

[Petra]

I have this inescapable need to make people laugh.

lol!

[Brimshack]

Hmm...

I spend way too much time online.

I am increasingly unable to set things down wrong. If for example I decide not to buy something I have in my basket at a grocery store, I will actually walk accros the store to find its original lopcation before putting it back. This isn't to be nice. I simply cannot bear knowing that I have dislodged an item from its proper place. No, I'm not a neat freak either. I'm a terrible slob, but my stuff doesn't have any particular place it's supposed to be. When there is a clear order, I can't bear to disrupt it. (Yes, tilted pictures drive me nuts.)

I am a terrible night person. I can't get up in the morning to save my life, and if I do, then I'm useless all day.

I tend to break things completely once they start to malfunction a little. I do this quite deliberately, and I think it's a reaction to my father's old penchant for jerry-rigging everything we had and making due with compromise products, EVEN when we could have had the real thing for the same price. For example, I had a fan once that kept making a racket, and dad would always fix it so it wasn't quite as loud, even though it still rattled enough to keep me awake for an hour or so. I had to run this at night in order to sleep, because Dad wouldn't replace the main air conditioner which he kept barely running, and Nevada gets pretty damn hot in the summer. I finally resolved the problem by punting the fan as hard as I could one night, and then telling Dad I tripped over it the next day. Example 2, Dad once sent me to the hardware store to buy 3/8" screws, because they would be a good substitute for the 3/8" wooden dowels that we needed to put together a bookcase. On may way into the store, it suddenly dawned on me that it would make more sense to just buy the dowels. Dad has long since passed on, taking his depression-era ethic with him, but I still tend to see the slightest malfunction as a black cloud come to haunt me for years on end. So, I usually put any malfunctioning items out of their misery at the slightest hint of trouble and go by new ones.

For the longest time when I read something, I made a point to read every damn word in the frigging book. I mean every footnote, every item in the Bibliography, the fucking publication information, EVERYTHING! I have no idea why I did this.

I say 'um' too much.

I don't like to kill insects at all anymore, though I do make exceptions. Spiders for example get evicted unless they resist, then they are executed.
But for the most part I try not to hurt insects, I think this is overcmpensation for the single-minded campaign I waged as a child to destroy the entire insect world. I used to kill bugs for hours at a time, especially ants. I wouldn't hurt any other creature, wouldn't even have dreamed of it, but I was at war with the insect worl when I was young. I don't think they've forgiven me yet, but I am working on it.

[Socratoad]

I have to hang my washing on the line with matching clothespegs.

Nothing upsets me more than only having one blue peg left when I hang, say a towel, or something. It's a blue peg on each side, or it's a yellow peg on each side - you can't have one of each, even if the colours are cool with other on the colour wheel. Shit like that just won't do when it comes to my washing.


Does that count as a personal quirk? Maybe. But have you seen people's clotheslines and the way they hang their washing all willy-nilly?! It's just plain ugly, I tell you.

Most definitely a personal quirk. In fact I would go so far as to say a quirk worthy of residing in the pantheon of quirks. eons from now young quirks will sigh and reverently whisper now there is a quirk.

[Dragar]

I find yours to be very interesting. Damn that alcohol but at times it does allow one some escape from an almost intolerable situation.

Out of interest...why interesting?

And getting slowly drunk is always something I find a fascinating experience. Unless I am drinking to relax (i.e. drinking while doing something else, like reading a good book, or learning vector calculus - and the latter is not such a clever idea!) I spend all my time analysing every detail of the experience.

"Have I started slurring yet? Has my balance gone yet? Is this obsession with how drunk I am a symptom of being drunk or merely an over analytical brain?"

Sadly, at my age, not wanting to go 'out' is taken as an insult by a lot of my friends. While it's flattering that they care for me (and I have told them such), they either leap to the conclusion there is something 'wrong' with me, or that I dislike them.

I don't like to kill insects at all anymore, though I do make exceptions. Spiders for example get evicted unless they resist, then they are executed.

I do this too. I'm also becoming more and more...unhappy about eating meat. I'm steadily but surely becoming vegetarian, in fact. I have tinned tuna in my food cupboard, and that's it (although I do have some non-vegetarian foodstuffs - but not actual 'meat' meat).

[LadyShea]

Just like my late wife. Do you sometimes finish your partners sentences for them? My wife did. We had a little joke between us just went like this: I would yammer away in my pedantic way, then my wife would say, "What Terry really means is ......."

Yes sometimes I take over stories for him :paperbag:

My long time best friend has the same quirk as me, and we got to the point where we never actually had to say anything to hold a conversation. Something like..

"Brand, did you see..."
"Yes, can you believe..."
"I know!"

Had deep meaning.

[maddog]

I have a lot of obsessive-compulsive traits, including an addiction to Rubbermaid tubs. And the colors have special significance. And they all have to line up properly and be color-coordinated to their contents. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't tell me you just saw them at the store in an unusual color, because then I'll have to go and BUY SOME. (Although if you happen to see any WHITE ones, LEMME KNOW, 'kay!?)

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[freemonkey]

I'm terribly unorganized and these days it's a wonder that any of my children get to school. I have kept everything in my head all my life but I guess I'm getting to the point that I might be trying to keep too much in my head, my life and the social and educational life of my three children plus religion and philosophical questions, plus my husband and appointments, all the bills, etc. is a bit much.
Me too, very disorganized and getting worse. Sometimes I don't even care any more. That's bad, isn't it?

I can also be a bit of a pessimist, when it comes to myself. But I'm told that's because I'm a perfectionist.

Adora, LOL!

[livius drusus]

And getting slowly drunk is always something I find a fascinating experience. Unless I am drinking to relax (i.e. drinking while doing something else, like reading a good book, or learning vector calculus - and the latter is not such a clever idea!) I spend all my time analysing every detail of the experience.

"Have I started slurring yet? Has my balance gone yet? Is this obsession with how drunk I am a symptom of being drunk or merely an over analytical brain?"

I've done this, but only while shrooming. You should get some psilocybin Ecuadoriana and have your friends over for 4 hours of great music and a nice, mid-level trip. Everyone will want to stay in for that party, and then they'll know you really, really love them.

As for my own quirks, I call them Legion, for they are many. One that leaps to mind right now is my itch control disability. If I have an itch, I have to scratch it. And scratch it. And scratch it. I will rend the flesh off my sinews without a second thought. I'm very grateful that I've never had the chicken pox, because I would seriously have flayed myself alive.

[livius drusus]

I have a lot of obsessive-compulsive traits, including an addiction to Rubbermaid tubs. And the colors have special significance. And they all have to line up properly and be color-coordinated to their contents. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't tell me you just saw them at the store in an unusual color, because then I'll have to go and BUY SOME. (Although if you happen to see any WHITE ones, LEMME KNOW, 'kay!?)

I'm right with you, only in my case it's Tupperware. Rubbermaid simply can't compare with the original when it comes to lid sealing power.

[Adora]

But for the most part I try not to hurt insects, I think this is overcmpensation for the single-minded campaign I waged as a child to destroy the entire insect world. I used to kill bugs for hours at a time, especially ants. I wouldn't hurt any other creature, wouldn't even have dreamed of it, but I was at war with the insect worl when I was young. I don't think they've forgiven me yet, but I am working on it.
I wouldn't worry too much Brimshack. When you make up 98%* of the animalian world biomass, one kid doesn't really raise a blip on the screen.

*Actually, I can't remember if it's biomass or species number. Or both. Oh well. My point is, bugs are our overlords.

[Ex-zombie]

There is one quirk I have that drives me nuts. I think I'm being humorous. In my head the remark sounds funny, then I say it out loud. Instead I find it has been interpreted as obnoxious or insulting. The more nervous I am in a social situation the worse it gets.

[livius drusus]

Oh yeah? Well, fuck you too, buddy! :angrynana:




(Disclaimer: The above comment was meant to be humorous. I apologize for any impression of obnoxiousness it may have conveyed.)

[Dragar]

I've done this, but only while shrooming. You should get some psilocybin Ecuadoriana and have your friends over for 4 hours of great music and a nice, mid-level trip. Everyone will want to stay in for that party, and then they'll know you really, really love them.

Actually, I've never had any narcotics other than alcohol.

[Ex-zombie]

That's exactly the way it goes with me, Liv. I should probably issue a pre-emptive apology to everyone on this forum as I will undoubtably respond to something they've written in just such a fashion. I don't intend offense. I honestly believe I am being funny.


PS to Liv: I didn't know you liked bananas. I thought you liked oranges. Specifically, navel oranges.

[Ensign Steve]

Oh yeah? Well, fuck you too, buddy! :angrynana:




(Disclaimer: The above comment was meant to be humorous. I apologize for any impression of obnoxiousness it may have conveyed.)

How could there be anything obnoxious about a dancing banana that flips the bird?!

[livius drusus]

PS to Liv: I didn't know you liked bananas. I thought you liked oranges. Specifically, navel oranges.

Oh that's it. It's on now, little man. :slapface:

[seebs]

Let's see.

I am occasionally mildly compulsive about symmetry; for instance, if my right hand brushes lightly against something, I have to lightly brush something with my left hand too. This has mostly faded, but it was fairly obnoxious when I was a kid.

About once or twice a month, maybe, if I hear people coming towards me (say, inside a house), it suddenly becomes ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY that they not see me; I have to come out and see them. So, they can't come into the room where I am; I have to be elsewhere, and then come into the room where they are. This is 100% pure primate brain behavior; the cool thing is, I don't make up excuses or rationalize it. It's just plain brain dysfunction. It's more common when I'm stressy.

I am constitutionally unable to not be offended by grammatical and spelling errors. I am one of those people who refuses to use spell-checkers of any sort, and I make a very good proofreader, but I have a very hard time not dismissing people if their writing style isn't correct.

I compulsively cheat at video games. This is sort of a hobby, as much as anything. I am not happy playing a game on the PC if I haven't cracked the save file format enough to edit my saves. I have bought a few commercial hex editors, and used them to cheat at various games.

I lie to cats and pre-verbal children. I say horrible, cruel, things to them. I say things that make no sense at all. I say "C'mere, Maya! Your doom is upon you; I will rip your very skull from your body." (cat trots over and nuzzles my hand) "Feel your impending doom. Suffer, foul beast." (pets cat)

I compulsively replay tactical games until I have played a scenario in the absolutely best possible way.

I almost never go to bed without first finding my cat, and bringing him over to the bed. He likes to sit on my legs and have a bath, which I find oddly restful. (As any cat owner knows, if a cat is relaxed enough to take a long bath, your environment is as safe as it can be.)

If I order pizza from any pizza place, I always ask them to put the pepperoni under the cheese. I am convinced that it cooks better this way.

[Ensign Steve]

I have a lot of obsessive-compulsive traits, including an addiction to Rubbermaid tubs. And the colors have special significance. And they all have to line up properly and be color-coordinated to their contents. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't tell me you just saw them at the store in an unusual color, because then I'll have to go and BUY SOME. (Although if you happen to see any WHITE ones, LEMME KNOW, 'kay!?)

I'm right with you, only in my case it's Tupperware. Rubbermaid simply can't compare with the original when it comes to lid sealing power.

I used to collect small cardboard boxes. Shoe boxes, dish boxes, paper boxes, whatever. The closer to a foot or two cubed, the better. The idea was that I could use them to "put things in" and thus get better organized. At one point I was looking around my rented room at Lauri's old place at all the shit everywhere and I thought, maybe I should put some of this stuff away in the closet. I opened the closet and found it full of cardboard boxes. What the fresh hell is this, I asked myself. What is in all these boxes? I started pulling them out, and they were empty! I had shit all over my room, and a closet full of empty cardboard boxes. Please you to know, I've gotten over that. Now I only use clear storage boxes that I purchase for the purpose of storing something specific. If I come across a nice cardboard box, I immediate break it down and toss it, lest I be tempted to hold on to it, "just in case." tee-hee!

[livius drusus]

I've done this, but only while shrooming. You should get some psilocybin Ecuadoriana and have your friends over for 4 hours of great music and a nice, mid-level trip. Everyone will want to stay in for that party, and then they'll know you really, really love them.

Actually, I've never had any narcotics other than alcohol.

May I ask if that's by circumstance, general preference, principle, other? The reason I brought them up is because the escalation of the trip is very noticeable, far more so with mushrooms than other substance I've dabbled in. You can actually feel the effects step up notch after notch until you peak. I found it fascinating and very enjoyable (although certainly a little scary the first time).

[Sweetie]

And getting slowly drunk is always something I find a fascinating experience. Unless I am drinking to relax (i.e. drinking while doing something else, like reading a good book, or learning vector calculus - and the latter is not such a clever idea!) I spend all my time analysing every detail of the experience.

"Have I started slurring yet? Has my balance gone yet? Is this obsession with how drunk I am a symptom of being drunk or merely an over analytical brain?"

:D

When I drink I get even more analytical. I'd look at everybody else, but they're not sitting there thinking, why does alcohol temporarily turn their brain off for awhile and not mine?

Thus --> crowd, people, noise and alcohol = distraction from thinking while you're drinking! :woohoo:

[Dragar]

May I ask if that's by circumstance, general preference, principle, other? The reason I brought them up is because the escalation of the trip is very noticeable, far more so with mushrooms than other substance I've dabbled in. You can actually feel the effects step up notch after notch until you peak. I found it fascinating and very enjoyable (although certainly a little scary the first time).

Partly a lack of opportunity. Partly a lack of inclination. Partly out of fear of the unkown, I suppose. Partly do being told repeatably as a child, "Drugs are bad!" and the message kind of stuck. A preference for a working brain, the very real possibility I have an addictive personality. Lots of reasons, I suppose. I can't say which one it is for certain.

[livius drusus]

They all make sense to me. Several of those apply to me with regards to the vast majority of drugs. So to make the wheel come full circle, I don't think that's quirky in the least. :)

[The Lone Ranger]

I'm terribly interested by the individual behavioral quirks we pick up during our lives. For example:

When I blow out a candle or match, or whatever, I never puff out my cheeks. Instead, I compress the facial muscles, so as to achieve better breath control. Why? Because I play the flute, and my instructors drilled it into me very thoroughly that you never puff out your cheeks -- it wastes wind.

Sarah pointed out once (I hadn't been consciously aware of it 'til she did) that no matter where or how I'm sitting, I always make sure to have at least one foot on the ground. That's a legacy of martial arts training, I think -- I don't feel at all comfortable unless I know I can get to my feet immediately if the need arises.

In a similar vein, people have noticed from time to time that I tend to walk such that the balls of my feet -- not the heels -- strike first, and I place one foot directly in front of the other when I walk. I've actually had people complain that it's "eerie" to walk next to me, because I don't make any noise when I walk. That's a result of spending lots and lots of time roaming through the woods as a kid, trying to walk as carefully and quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the critters. Eventually, it seems to have developed into my "normal" walking style.


Doubtless, I could think of lots more quirks, but for now, gotta run.

Cheers,

Michael

[justaman]

You know it's funny, this thread is clearly intended to be some kind of a confession thing, but I mean let's be honest here...mostly everyone's talking about stuff they are (perhaps secretly) a little proud of :P Quirks to be sure, but funny quirks, endearing quirks. Quirks which make you go ooooooh, that's awesome! I wish I had that quirk!

I don't know about quirks for me. I'm fairly normal, I guess, though I have a mild obsession with the dark and gloomy. The only quirk, I suppose, is (again) something I'm in fact quite proud of, the fact that I must be complicated and unpredictable. When I buy a CD, I have started making a point of buying one pop-culture-teeny-bopper CD and one baby-killing CD at the same time, just to confuse the cashier. Most recently I bought the best of Britney Spears CD and Murderdolls. I also like people going through my CD collection and looking at me funny. :P (I also, as an aside, do legitimately like all these types of music)

So yeah, I'm proud of my quirks. I reckon we all are, else we wouldn't call then 'quirks', we'd call them 'deficiencies', and we would be too ashamed to admit them here. There's plenty I don't tell many people, because I like people having a good opinion of me. I reckon we all do :D

[Ymir's blood]

I can be very distrustful, It takes a concious effort sometime not to dwell on things people have said to me, looking for hidden meanings. I never forget an imagined slight, no matter how hard I try. It might be out of my mind for year and then rear its head again if the person does something else.

The symmetry thing that seebs mentioned. I had that growing up, but it is gone now. I tend to check door locks again like Ensign Steve said. Pretty much Dragar's first post in this thread applies to me as well. Overly friendly people really confuse me and sometime cause me to panic.

[seebs]

Distrustful? I'm fucking paranoid. I correlate things, I remember them for years, and I formulate elaborate theories of how people could be plotting against me. I'd be an excellent stalker, and I could easily be one of those abusive guys who monitors everything his wife does.

This is past "quirk" into "neurosis", and I've never entirely beaten it down.

[Socratoad]

OK folks methinks this is a strange one. Not a quirk really but really another whole way of being. For the purposes of this thread though the term "quirk will suffice. I've wanted to speak of this for many years as I wonder just how common it is.

Living in a fantasy world, sometimes or most of the time:

When I was a child my real life was aliving hell much of the time and I was forced to do the work of an adult day in day out. however I won't go into detail here lest my life appears to have been something out of a Thomas Hardy novel. OK thats more than enough background methinks: I used to live most of the time in a fantasy world complete with a few imaginary friends and a idealized gf who was almost constantly with me. I could stand damn near anything and work at the most distasteful or arduous labour for hour after hour without being in any distress because I really was not there I was in my own little world. There were no magical beings in this world I created, just empathetic intelligent friendly people. No critters were in it as there were many real critters in my life that just seamlessly incorporated themselves into my world.

The years passed by, the horrible life was no more, and yet the ability to slip into my own world was by then so ingrained that I could not stop this tendency to slip back into "my" world, especially during times of stress. I became very embarrassed by my not so little secret and of course did not confide this to anyone. Years go by, I get married, children arrive, I leave the air force, start my own businesses, travel .... yet still I cannot escape escaping . so to to speak. Finally in my mid thirties I meet my second wife, whom I worshiped, and bang no more fantasies. Not only that I could not slip into that world ever again. Its a tribute to my second wife that I no longer needed that escape mechanism.

I read something once by Elie Wiesel, the Holocaust survivor about his being able to survive in Dachau other concentration camp by just this same ability/necessity to be able to live in a parallel world. When I stumbled upon that little revelation by Elie Wiesel it was like a great shame had been removed from my life as I secretly believed I must be seriously insane.

Until this very moment the only other person I have told this story to in any degree of completeness was my late wife.

[Dragar]

That was really fascinating, Socratoad. And I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of in the slightest.

Quirky, yes. But as Justaman said, 'quirks' are things we should be proud of. ;)

As an aside: Yay! I've stumbled upon the most neurotic group of introverts yet.

Okay, another. In restaurants, bars, pubs, whatever, I must sit with my back against a wall, facing the entrances (or exits). I become extremely uncomfortable sat with my back facing an entrance.

Like seebs, I acknowledge this for what it is - pure primate behaviour. In familiar settings, I'm not quite so bad.

I lie to cats and pre-verbal children. I say horrible, cruel, things to them. I say things that make no sense at all. I say "C'mere, Maya! Your doom is upon you; I will rip your very skull from your body." (cat trots over and nuzzles my hand) "Feel your impending doom. Suffer, foul beast." (pets cat)

I do this. I especially find it amusing to do so in a tone of voice that is perfectly natural for the situation (i.e. non threatening), but it varies. Cats tend to react to tone of voice, though. Children more so.

[Socratoad]

[QUOTE=Dragar]That was really fascinating, Socratoad. And I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of in the slightest.

Thanks

Quirky, yes. But as Justaman said, 'quirks' are things we should be proud of. ;)

As an aside: Yay! I've stumbled upon the most neurotic group of introverts yet

Even oddballs, introverts and the socially inept need friends :D


Okay, another. In restaurants, bars, pubs, whatever, I must sit with my back against a wall, facing the entrances (or exits). I become extremely uncomfortable sat with my back facing an entrance.

Like seebs, I acknowledge this for what it is - pure primate behaviour. In familiar settings, I'm not quite so bad.

Add me to the me too list. I just will not do it period. If I'm going to be paying big bucks to be able to enjoy good food in a restuaramt I sure as hell will not sit with my back to the door. I'm just far to uncomfortable in this position ........ primal ..... certainly.

[viscousmemories]

I used to live in a self-made fantasy world when I was a kid, too. Until around age 13 when someone introduced me to pot, alcohol, and lsd... then I didn't have to make it up anymore.

I don't really have a hard time sitting with my back to the door in a restaurant unless the door is close to me. I can't sit with my back to the majority of the other patrons, or in an aisle where people are constantly walking behind me, though.

[livius drusus]

I have to tell people I love to be careful when I'm ending a conversation and they have to listen to me and take it in even though I've said it a hundred thousand times. If they don't, something bad will surely happen.

[SharonDee]

I like to crush bugs, the crunchier the resulting sound the better. (Squishy sounds are right out. Ick!) I find the most satisfying crunches come from the smaller critters such as ants.

My parents had air conditioning when I was a teen but they saved its use for the really unbearably hot days. So at night the open window screens would let in really tiny bugs as I sat at the kitchen table playing board games with the family. I developed a habit of crushing these tiny critters with the salt shaker's edge while waiting my turn. As you can imagine, my companions registered much disgust with this habit so I had to sneak into the kitchen when no one was there to indulge in my quirk.

Nowadays, I have discovered that salt crystals themselves make a more satisfying crunch than any insect. So at holiday gatherings at my parents' house, I spend the post-meal conversation time idly crushing random salt crystals at the table. When my sister catches me at it she makes me stop, probably because she remembers the habit's origins very clearly.

Back when I lived in a townhouse, we got these huge cockroaches you could saddle and ride. Obviously, crushing these under my heel would produce the dreaded "squish" so I found a better way to amuse myself with these. I'd stalk them with a kitchen chair waiting for them to be distracted by whatever could distract such a critter... then slowly let the chair's leg crush them to death. Extremely satisfying, that; even with the squish.

I freely admit to being a sicko. There. I feel better already.

[livius drusus]

Damn, Sharon, that is some sick shit alright. I'm glad you've gotten it off your chest, though, otherwise I would never have had a good reason to upload this: :shoofly:

[Sweetie]

There's plenty I don't tell many people, because I like people having a good opinion of me. I reckon we all do :D

Hm, :chin: , sounds like a closet nose-picker to me. :suave:

:P

[lisarea]

Distrustful? I'm fucking paranoid. I correlate things, I remember them for years, and I formulate elaborate theories of how people could be plotting against me.

I do that, too. If someone makes a vague accusation in public--you know, something like, "I hate it when people..."--I instinctively think they're talking about ME. I try to make it look like apologetics, but really, I'm just making excuses for myself. If someone gossips about someone else to me, one of my first thoughts is that the person being gossiped about somehow orchestrated the situation to test me. And being somewhat clueless, I have been backstabbed and blindsided by previously undetected animosity just enough times that I can't fully convince myself that my fears are completely unfounded.

But I'm absolutely the worst with bureaucracies. I have a crippling paranoia about bureaucracies. For some reason, I'm super-paranoid about sting operations. When I found out I had unclaimed property at the treasury, my first thought was that it was a sting operation designed to get me to give up a bunch of background information and get me to show up somewhere, where I would be arrested. I do not know what for. I have the same thought about jury summonses. They're just trying to get me to the courthouse so they can arrest me. For something or another.

Now, I've never been arrested. I have never gotten a traffic ticket. I have never even been pulled over except for having expired tags. I have never been audited or investigated or anything. THAT I KNOW OF, anyway.

I am usually really good at rationalizing my way out of irrational fears like that, but that one, I just can't shake no matter what. I've had some frustrating bureaucracy stories, to be sure, but nothing I didn't eventually resolve. And I've certainly never been the subject of a sting operation. It's not like The Man couldn't just come to my house and haul me off any time.

But still, when I get any kind of official communication from any kind of large bureacracy, my first instinct is to RUN, just to leave civilization entirely and go live in the woods for the rest of my life.

I have the stick and the bandanna to do it, too.

[Socratoad]

There's plenty I don't tell many people, because I like people having a good opinion of me. I reckon we all do :D

Hm, :chin: , sounds like a closet nose-picker to me. :suave:

:P

Yeah, methinks so :D
Most people a closet something or other. Example: masturbaters

A age seventeen away back when society taboos were much more in force than now I was sitting having some beers with some much old airmen then myself. This guy turns to me and inquires, Do you masturbate and are you ashamed of this activity?"

I was quite taken aback by this question as I'd never heard such an in-your-face inquiry. Very bad etiquette in those days.

However some stutteringly I replied yes to the first and no to to second.

Then sadistic bastard continued, "If you are not ashamed why don't you do it in public?"

I turned redder than a beat as a whole roomful of guys laughed at my obvious extreme discomfort.

Never have been quite able o forget that early humiliation.

[freemonkey]

If someone gossips about someone else to me, one of my first thoughts is that the person being gossiped about somehow orchestrated the situation to test me.
I think this, too, sometimes. Don't know if its the same, but I feel like I'm being set up to see if I can be trusted, or if I'll get involved in the gossip and give up confidences. I also used to feel like people were talking about me. I'm better about that now, because its just a fact of life, people talk about eachother, all the time, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Ensign Steve mentioned boxes. I like boxes, too. Wooden boxes and boxes with compartments are my favorites, metal boxes, good small cardboard boxes, covered boxes. At one time I was even decorating things like cigar boxes. I try to avoid them now, though, because I rarely did get around to organizing things in them properly.

The back to doors thing, I have that too. But I'm ok if I'm in a restaurant booth with a high back. Also, in restaurants, I much prefer a booth, a table is OK if its against a wall, hate the table in the middle of the room, and will NOT take a table that you have to share with strangers. :bleh: In theatres and other places with row seating, I prefer the back row. And again, won't sit next to strangers (in fact, when we do go to a movies, we only go to matinees to avoid crowds).

[Socratoad]

Oh yes, the dreaded table in the middle of the room syndrome. I'm right there with you freemonkey. Its about as relaxing as having a meal in a department store display window. I've been known to walk out with my partner after being guided to one of those on display tables even after have been waiting to be seated for quite some time.

[lisarea]

The back to doors thing, I have that too. But I'm ok if I'm in a restaurant booth with a high back. Also, in restaurants, I much prefer a booth, a table is OK if its against a wall, hate the table in the middle of the room, and will NOT take a table that you have to share with strangers.

Yay, you guys! Apparently, this is more common than I'd thought. I prefer to sit in a booth, preferably with my back to the wall (so I can watch out for feds, I guess), and on an inside seat. My reasoning for that part is: Badgers.

If a badger were to get loose in the restaurant, I want to be on the inside so it can't easily reach over and rip my leg open as it runs past.

That's not quirky or anything, though. That's just what you call common sense.

[Socratoad]

The back to doors thing, I have that too. But I'm ok if I'm in a restaurant booth with a high back. Also, in restaurants, I much prefer a booth, a table is OK if its against a wall, hate the table in the middle of the room, and will NOT take a table that you have to share with strangers.

Yay, you guys! Apparently, this is more common than I'd thought. I prefer to sit in a booth, preferably with my back to the wall (so I can watch out for feds, I guess), and on an inside seat. My reasoning for that part is: Badgers.

If a badger were to get loose in the restaurant, I want to be on the inside so it can't easily reach over and rip my leg open as it runs past.

That's not quirky or anything, though. That's just what you call common sense.

Good to see that at least you and I have brought reason to this common quirk. Only in my case it those warthogs, big tusks ya know. Liable to rip off yer kneecap before you could finish yer creme brulee. There would be no need for the waiter to expect a tip after this all too common incident.

[Ensign Steve]

:shoofly:

That is the longest-running smiley ever. You should charge admission!

[LadyShea]

Wow, I think all y'all need serious help. It's obvious everyone here is mentally disturbed ;).

[lisarea]

Wow, I think all y'all need serious help. It's obvious everyone here is mentally disturbed ;).

Yeah, really.

But, you know, at least in our cases, it's involuntary. It's not as though we all CHOOSE TO ASSOCIATE with ourselves or anything.

We can't help it.

What's YOUR excuse, Little Miss Saney McRational? HUH?

[LadyShea]

But, you know, at least in our cases, it's involuntary. It's not as though we all CHOOSE TO ASSOCIATE with ourselves or anything.

We can't help it.

What's YOUR excuse, Little Miss Saney McRational? HUH?

Well, I could call it research or something, but I think I'll just invoke the train wreck defense.

[Socratoad]

"Saney McRational", gawd I just love that. Do ya think could scare up some financing for an off-Broadway show? the Saney McRational something or other. I sense that we have a winner here. Any suggestions for the leading roles:mememe: :mememe: :mememe: :mememe: :mememe: :mememe: :mememe::roflmao: :roflmao:

[viscousmemories]

Now, I've never been arrested. I have never gotten a traffic ticket. I have never even been pulled over except for having expired tags. I have never been audited or investigated or anything. THAT I KNOW OF, anyway.
Did anyone else notice the absence of any claim of innocence here?

[justaman]

A age seventeen away back when society taboos were much more in force than now I was sitting having some beers with some much old airmen then myself. This guy turns to me and inquires, Do you masturbate and are you ashamed of this activity?"
hehe man this was a taboo that I got rid of pretty quick in the military. I used to live in a dorm type set up when I was doing my uni/training years and at midnight everyone would stand bleary-eyed in their doorways bitching about the assignments due tomorrow we still hadn't started.

Then someone would go "Fuck it man, I'm having a whack" and everyone would go, "yeah me too" and you'd have a whole corridor of dudes going back to their rooms (single rooms of course!) for some pers admin time. :D

crazy. I thought of another quirk I got, these I'm sort of indifferent about.

If I see a pattern of bricks or whatever, I always follow a knight-move pattern (like two up, one across) with my eyes. More often than not I walk like that too if I'm going over large square tiles, two up one across, though I'm fairly discrete :P I also have a thing where if I'm in the passanger seat of a car, I focus past little spots on the winshield so that you see two of them, and I weave the two spots in and out of obstacles along the road. I've had a few people ask what the fuck I'm doing as I'm swaying left and right for no apparent reason :D

[Sweetie]

*cough*

I do this thing with tiles to. After walking on a tiled floor for a few moments I will start to walk in a pattern, and it is L shaped, not like it could be much else though. Your left foot is on a tile, and the one on the right is two tiles up which is generally a step, it just happens to be an L shape but yes, I do this.

When I'm a passenger I get the impulse to open the door even if we're going 90 km/h to see what happens. For years I've had this impulse.

[seebs]

The knights-move walking isn't a quirk; not doing it would be a quirk.

[justaman]

The knights-move walking isn't a quirk; not doing it would be a quirk.
Totally. :2thumbsup:

[Dragar]

I also have a thing where if I'm in the passanger seat of a car, I focus past little spots on the winshield so that you see two of them, and I weave the two spots in and out of obstacles along the road. I've had a few people ask what the fuck I'm doing as I'm swaying left and right for no apparent reason

I do this!

When I'm a passenger I get the impulse to open the door even if we're going 90 km/h to see what happens. For years I've had this impulse.

Me too. But I'm convinced it would be a Bad Idea.

Actually, now I think about it, it's highly likely you'd be unable to open it any more than a few centimetres even if you tried.

[Dingfod]

I don't like to think of myself as quirky or a creature of habit, but I am. I recognize myself in some of the things you guys have posted. At least I recognize my quirky nature.

have more than just a touch of agoraphobia, or whatever the more accurate term may be. This has always been so. Most people, with the exception of a couple of people who know me really really well think that I am a very confident extrovert. I'm very confident, just uncomfortable among people, and so out of some uncontrollable nervousness I act out, so to speak.
That is me, which feeds my......inescapable need to make people laugh.In group situations, I almost feel compelled to show my twisted wit, in a feeble attempt to make people laugh.

I talk too much and too fast and interrupt people. I can't seem to stop; but it's only with people I like a lot and am excited to talk to, so they usually forgive me. People I don't like can yammer all day with nary a peep from me.We are alike in a lot of ways, this included.

I am constitutionally unable to not be offended by grammatical and spelling errors. I am one of those people who refuses to use spell-checkers of any sort, and I make a very good proofreader, but I have a very hard time not dismissing people if their writing style isn't correct.Spelling errors, more than grammatical errors, actually seem to stand out from a page like they are in 3-D. I usually keep my criticism of spelling errors to myself, not always, as many here can attest, but usually.

Like seebs does, I lie to pets and pre-verbal children and say horrible, cruel, things to them, knowing full well they do not understand one bit. "Come here Peaches. Do you want go to the vet and get put to sleep?" said in a sweet voice might be very typical.

Another quirk of mine, I have a morning (or get up for work whenever that is) routine (ritual) that cannot be done out of order or I am messed up for the day. I call it my Four "Sh"es, shit, shave, brush (my teeth) and shower.

I also have a bedtime routine, in this order or I am going to have trouble sleeping, take off watch and place on nightstand, check alarm set time on clock (or to be sure it's off on my day off), setting clock if needed, get under covers, lift legs to allow covers to go under my feet (I hate tucked in top sheets), sex (optional), turn onto my left side with my left arm under my Sobakawa pillow and right hand up on the pillow in front of my face (protection against throat slashers or piano wire garrotiers, I guess), then I drift off to sleep by imagining myself building a log cabin, from chopping down the trees, to cutting notches in the logs and rolling them into place, kind of like counting sheep, I guess. It usually doesn't take long for me to fall asleep if I do this in the right order, longer if my routine is interrupted.

I've also lived a dual life, my real life, and my alternate fantasy life. It's kind of a hobby of mine to go back to various life-altering decisions and then created a whole alternate reality based on what I imagine would've happened from that point to now, if I had made a different decision than I did. These are full rich fantasies with all sorts of detail, like paychecks, detailed trim on the door of the house I should've built, etc. It's kind of a sick waste of time, I know, but it's what I do.

I never really liked drinking alcohol to excess. I normally like to drink pretty fast up to the point where I'm feeling a bit tipsy, a little bit uninhibited, but then just drink enough after that to maintain that level of drunkenness. As a result, I haven't had a hangover in decades.

I don't like parties because they usually involved crowds of people, many of whom I may not know well. The reason I hate crowds isn't one of claustrophobia, although I do experience a little bit of that; it isn't one of my hearing is bad, although that has declined; it is the fact that I hear everything. I cannot concentrate on a single conversation because all the others talking interferes with that. I can't seem to shut out the nonpertinent chatter.

One more, I do not like sports as a spectator. I don't care one bit who wins a game. I do like the technical aspect of many sports and was always very competitive in my own amateur sports participation. I just never developed a love for watching sports or even understand rabid team loyalty, or even fairweather team loyalty for that matter. I'd rather read a good book, or even a bad one, than sit through a football game.

OK, I'm weirder than I thought, just not that bad in this crowd. :grin:

[seebs]

Ahh, bedtime rituals. It's very hard for me to get to sleep if I haven't got a cat.

[viscousmemories]

Ahh, bedtime rituals. It's very hard for me to get to sleep if I haven't got a cat.
Me too. :wink: