Share your weird habits and rituals
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All of my books have to be facing the same way (front cover to the right) and they have to be in decending order. Tallest one to the left and shortest to the right.
Also, I cannot mix "Themes".
For example, I am one of Jehovahs Witnesses and as a result, I have a LOT of books on not only my own religion but on others as well.
I have them all on what I call my "God Shelf". nothing except religous books are allowed on there.
Cookbooks are the same way. I have a bunch of cookbooks and they also get their own place.
My computer books go on the "Geek" shelf.
And my wife really doesn't care. She grabs a book and just puts it back any old place. I think she does this sometimes just to watch me rearrange everything for 30 minutes.
IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!!!!!0 -
All of my books have to be facing the same way (front cover to the right) and they have to be in decending order. Tallest one to the left and shortest to the right.
Also, I cannot mix "Themes".
For example, I am one of Jehovahs Witnesses and as a result, I have a LOT of books on not only my own religion but on others as well.
I have them all on what I call my "God Shelf". nothing except religous books are allowed on there.
Cookbooks are the same way. I have a bunch of cookbooks and they also get their own place.
My computer books go on the "Geek" shelf.
And my wife really doesn't care. She grabs a book and just puts it back any old place. I think she does this sometimes just to watch me rearrange everything for 30 minutes.
IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!!!!!
I don't think that you're weird. You're just organized. I bet that you're very productive and efficient at work. (talking about myself, too) :laugh:0 -
I only like the bottom 2/3rds of the candy corn. I throw the little white tops away.0
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When doing my hair, I stand there trying to part it perfectly for at least 10 minutes. One hair out of place, I start over by flipping my hair over the front and re-parting it. Longest I've done this, for about 45 minutes. Not sure why, but fiance pointed it out the other day. I felt so bad for making him wait.. He got so bored waiting that he went to bed and fell asleep.0
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I don't think that you're weird. You're just organized. I bet that you're very productive and efficient at work. (talking about myself, too) :laugh:
im pretty sure your weird thing is responding to a thread 5 times on one page. :flowerforyou:
in the morning, my deodorant swipes need to be the same number of times for each arm.0 -
Can any one else do this?
I can set a clock in my head before I go to sleep for a specific time. Like 7:05 or something
the next day at that time i will snap awake.0 -
I must pee right before falling asleep. If I don't fall asleep within about 5 minutes of getting into bed I must get up and go again. There are nights that I will do this 5 or 6 times before falling asleep.0
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You guys are all weird. Whenever I make eggs I have to touch them to my forehead before breaking them. If anyone is around I will just pretend like I am scratching my head so they don't notice.0
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Sometimes. Depends on how tired I am, really.Can any one else do this?
I can set a clock in my head before I go to sleep for a specific time. Like 7:05 or something
the next day at that time i will snap awake.0 -
Can any one else do this?
I can set a clock in my head before I go to sleep for a specific time. Like 7:05 or something
the next day at that time i will snap awake.
I can sort of do this, but not to the exact minute. Pretty cool!0 -
I aways kiss my BF at least twice before I go all in.0
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I aways kiss my BF at least twice before I go all in.
ME TOO!!
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Lol, I drink 2 glasses of water before sleep so I wake make sure I wake up HAVING to pee :PI must pee right before falling asleep. If I don't fall asleep within about 5 minutes of getting into bed I must get up and go again. There are nights that I will do this 5 or 6 times before falling asleep.0 -
I weigh myself about once a month. Sometimes 2 or on a rare occasions, after 6 months. So when I do, I gotta make it count. I have to have a ritual.
It all begins days before. I must conquer the water weight demon. What do I do. Drown myself in water. I drink so much water that if I was in Titanic, Leo would be alive. I drink and drink till Kate remembers “oh Leo… theres room for 2 on this piece of wood that I selfishly have been hogging”.
Next, its fiber. Prunes. Fruits. Placenta. I don’t know, I just wanna poop. I eat anything and everything! Eat more carrots than at KY jewelers.
I need to get on the good side of the God. I know what to do. I shouldn’t, but I must. Its for the greater glory of my weight. I must conquer the creepy bro at the gym.
We know this bro. He’s the one that spends 2 hours doing nothing but checking out the girls and working his upper body. And anytime a girl makes the mistake of looking in his general direction, he walks up to them. Creeping them. I must make the sacrifice of creeping the creeper. It must be done. When he walks up to the girl, I grab the weights he’s been lifting and sweating over and start licking them and start rubbing his Olympic bar between my thighs and making eye contact with him. I do it until he leaves the poor girl alone. Small sacrifice to make the weigh scale God happy.
Then the day before the weigh in arrives. The big day. D day. This is the night we conquer all. This is the night we don’t even goto gym in worry of sore muscles retaining water weight. This is the night we pray!
“Dear God in heaven, who pwns the weight scales. You rock. May all the proteins someday belong to you and the curvy girls realize the difference between curvy and chubby. May you pwn our weight scales like Paula Deen pwns butter. Give us this day a number that saves us from water retention, starvation mode and the bulk. And cut me some slack when I act all nub and do the happy dance. You dig it though that its only because I love your help right? Please don’t make me big headed with all the success and make lame posts on the forums when I’m too pissed off at somebody for disagreeing with me. Give me the strength to know the right from wrong and the ability to mock the haters till they send me hate PMs. And if you could keep NSA from spying on my creeper posts, that would be great too.
Amen
PS. Did anyone ever told the Backstreet Boy Why?”
And then I rest. I know what is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day we dine in hell!
Morning time. 3 years old nephew wakes me up “I want some ice cream!”
“No, not till I fight the battle with scale demon, my boy. Now, step aside as Uncle needs to take a dump!”
With fear and envy in his eyes, the child steps aside and puts on cartoons. I walk into the restroom. Screams of a battle comes from the bathroom, shaking the very foundation of my home.
“HNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!! OH GOD THE FIBER! IT HURTS! HHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!”
With the toilet now clogged, I take on the next challenge. I scrub myself in the shower. I scrub so hard that my brown skin magically turns into that pale white girl from Twilight. I need to wash off anything that could add to the weight.
Then the shave. I shave my manly beard and stach. Then the hair. All hair. I’m bald like Michael Phelps now.
Then I get out of the batroom. No towel. Don’t need it. Lay naked and turn on the fan. Air dry myself. Because towel drying might add some weight to me.
Then finally comes the part of weighing myself
“oh God this is it. This is the big dragon boss. Oh God help me!”
2 lbs lost.0 -
I lick my fingertips before putting on my socks.
I sleep on my stomach and have to rock my butt from side to side in order to actually fall asleep.
I set my alarms for 6:02am because waking up at 6am on the dot makes me cranky.
I never eat a chicken leg down to the bone because I think the bone smells funny.
My legs have to be freshly shaved and smooth before I paint my toenails a new color.
When I speak, I gesture a lot with my hands.
I cover my bedroom dresser mirror with a blanket before bed, because I'm convinced the soul is vulnerable when you're sleeping and the mirror is a portal to the "other side".0 -
I weigh myself about once a month. Sometimes 2 or on a rare occasions, after 6 months. So when I do, I gotta make it count. I have to have a ritual.
It all begins days before. I must conquer the water weight demon. What do I do. Drown myself in water. I drink so much water that if I was in Titanic, Leo would be alive. I drink and drink till Kate remembers “oh Leo… theres room for 2 on this piece of wood that I selfishly have been hogging”.
Next, its fiber. Prunes. Fruits. Placenta. I don’t know, I just wanna poop. I eat anything and everything! Eat more carrots than at KY jewelers.
I need to get on the good side of the God. I know what to do. I shouldn’t, but I must. Its for the greater glory of my weight. I must conquer the creepy bro at the gym.
We know this bro. He’s the one that spends 2 hours doing nothing but checking out the girls and working his upper body. And anytime a girl makes the mistake of looking in his general direction, he walks up to them. Creeping them. I must make the sacrifice of creeping the creeper. It must be done. When he walks up to the girl, I grab the weights he’s been lifting and sweating over and start licking them and start rubbing his Olympic bar between my thighs and making eye contact with him. I do it until he leaves the poor girl alone. Small sacrifice to make the weigh scale God happy.
Then the day before the weigh in arrives. The big day. D day. This is the night we conquer all. This is the night we don’t even goto gym in worry of sore muscles retaining water weight. This is the night we pray!
“Dear God in heaven, who pwns the weight scales. You rock. May all the proteins someday belong to you and the curvy girls realize the difference between curvy and chubby. May you pwn our weight scales like Paula Deen pwns butter. Give us this day a number that saves us from water retention, starvation mode and the bulk. And cut me some slack when I act all nub and do the happy dance. You dig it though that its only because I love your help right? Please don’t make me big headed with all the success and make lame posts on the forums when I’m too pissed off at somebody for disagreeing with me. Give me the strength to know the right from wrong and the ability to mock the haters till they send me hate PMs. And if you could keep NSA from spying on my creeper posts, that would be great too.
Amen
PS. Did anyone ever told the Backstreet Boy Why?”
And then I rest. I know what is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day we dine in hell!
Morning time. 3 years old nephew wakes me up “I want some ice cream!”
“No, not till I fight the battle with scale demon, my boy. Now, step aside as Uncle needs to take a dump!”
With fear and envy in his eyes, the child steps aside and puts on cartoons. I walk into the restroom. Screams of a battle comes from the bathroom, shaking the very foundation of my home.
“HNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!! OH GOD THE FIBER! IT HURTS! HHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!”
With the toilet now clogged, I take on the next challenge. I scrub myself in the shower. I scrub so hard that my brown skin magically turns into that pale white girl from Twilight. I need to wash off anything that could add to the weight.
Then the shave. I shave my manly beard and stach. Then the hair. All hair. I’m bald like Michael Phelps now.
Then I get out of the batroom. No towel. Don’t need it. Lay naked and turn on the fan. Air dry myself. Because towel drying might add some weight to me.
Then finally comes the part of weighing myself
“oh God this is it. This is the big dragon boss. Oh God help me!”
2 lbs lost.
Hi Taunto! :flowerforyou:
TV has to be on an even number
I use my hands a LOT when speaking...when I notice I try to stop...doesn't work too well
Can't think of anything else, but I'm SURE I have plenty...0 -
I only eat red and purple skittles, I throw the rest out
HA! I do this, but I eat one red and one purple together at a time. I also have to keep the TV at a even number, eat my food in order of how much I like it and none of it can touch. I sort M&M's by color eating each color separately depending on which color has the most and put the orange and green ones in a bag for my kids to eat (hangs head in shame that I make them eat the nasty colors =[) Sometimes, after I shut the lights off, I will run and jump into my bed and pull the covers up fast so nothing will get me! (Don't judge >.<)0 -
I weigh myself about once a month. Sometimes 2 or on a rare occasions, after 6 months. So when I do, I gotta make it count. I have to have a ritual.
It all begins days before. I must conquer the water weight demon. What do I do. Drown myself in water. I drink so much water that if I was in Titanic, Leo would be alive. I drink and drink till Kate remembers “oh Leo… theres room for 2 on this piece of wood that I selfishly have been hogging”.
Next, its fiber. Prunes. Fruits. Placenta. I don’t know, I just wanna poop. I eat anything and everything! Eat more carrots than at KY jewelers.
I need to get on the good side of the God. I know what to do. I shouldn’t, but I must. Its for the greater glory of my weight. I must conquer the creepy bro at the gym.
We know this bro. He’s the one that spends 2 hours doing nothing but checking out the girls and working his upper body. And anytime a girl makes the mistake of looking in his general direction, he walks up to them. Creeping them. I must make the sacrifice of creeping the creeper. It must be done. When he walks up to the girl, I grab the weights he’s been lifting and sweating over and start licking them and start rubbing his Olympic bar between my thighs and making eye contact with him. I do it until he leaves the poor girl alone. Small sacrifice to make the weigh scale God happy.
Then the day before the weigh in arrives. The big day. D day. This is the night we conquer all. This is the night we don’t even goto gym in worry of sore muscles retaining water weight. This is the night we pray!
“Dear God in heaven, who pwns the weight scales. You rock. May all the proteins someday belong to you and the curvy girls realize the difference between curvy and chubby. May you pwn our weight scales like Paula Deen pwns butter. Give us this day a number that saves us from water retention, starvation mode and the bulk. And cut me some slack when I act all nub and do the happy dance. You dig it though that its only because I love your help right? Please don’t make me big headed with all the success and make lame posts on the forums when I’m too pissed off at somebody for disagreeing with me. Give me the strength to know the right from wrong and the ability to mock the haters till they send me hate PMs. And if you could keep NSA from spying on my creeper posts, that would be great too.
Amen
PS. Did anyone ever told the Backstreet Boy Why?”
And then I rest. I know what is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day we dine in hell!
Morning time. 3 years old nephew wakes me up “I want some ice cream!”
“No, not till I fight the battle with scale demon, my boy. Now, step aside as Uncle needs to take a dump!”
With fear and envy in his eyes, the child steps aside and puts on cartoons. I walk into the restroom. Screams of a battle comes from the bathroom, shaking the very foundation of my home.
“HNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!! OH GOD THE FIBER! IT HURTS! HHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!”
With the toilet now clogged, I take on the next challenge. I scrub myself in the shower. I scrub so hard that my brown skin magically turns into that pale white girl from Twilight. I need to wash off anything that could add to the weight.
Then the shave. I shave my manly beard and stach. Then the hair. All hair. I’m bald like Michael Phelps now.
Then I get out of the batroom. No towel. Don’t need it. Lay naked and turn on the fan. Air dry myself. Because towel drying might add some weight to me.
Then finally comes the part of weighing myself
“oh God this is it. This is the big dragon boss. Oh God help me!”
2 lbs lost.
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I cover my bedroom dresser mirror with a blanket before bed, because I'm convinced the soul is vulnerable when you're sleeping and the mirror is a portal to the "other side".
I NEVER look in a mirror at night.0 -
I always have to touch the wall when I wake up....it helps me figure out if I'm going to have a good hearing day. don't ask my why or how...just support me in this ....
I must have showers and baths at "scalding your skin off" temperatures....which coincidentally....makes my lover do the dance of the boiling/flayed skin everytime we have a shower/bath together....but that's HIS weird ritual...not mine
i have to eat the chocolate outer coating off of a kit kat or coffee crisp before I eat the wafers...
I can only orgasm after we......oh wait...i'm not allowed to talk about that.0 -
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<-- crazy cat lady.....
I "talk" for my cat , we hold conversations and sometimes, she really "meows" back....
meow
THIS!!!! I hold lengthy conversations with my cat - every day, several times a day!!
I also have a cat stroller - we go for walks...........................my husband won't go with us, he says it's 'too embarassing'.....
But I only have one cat - so am I REALLY a crazy-cat lady?!
that's nothing. I sing to my food as I cook it. Someone once tried to embarrass me as she'd heard me doing this while I wasn't aware she was there.... well I was so totally unashamed and unembarrassed by it, I replied "oh yeah, my baked bean song. I like that song" and she ended up embarrassed at her total failure to embarrass me over it.0 -
I eat candy corn in three bites. First the yellow, then the white, then the orange.
I love doing this! It drives people around me nuts, but I don't care.0 -
I eat everything at work with my ThinkGeek spork
Oatmeal, soup, whatever it is that requires a utensil that I brought with me to eat. I love my titanium spork. I'd travel with it but I think TSA would get pissy. 0 -
- Volume on the telly must be on an even number.
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ME TOO!
Mine has to end in 0/5. so weird; I didn't even know I did that until my sister pointed it out recently last time I went home, but honestly now I know why I prefer the lines and not the numbers.
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It HAS to end in 0 or 5...when my bf changes the volume and stops at 33 or something I'm quickly like "maybe a little louder...35 would be good" lol
Every time I enter a restroom with more than 1 stall I have a long debate in my head about which one to enter. It drives me nuts that I can't just walk in and go. (Stems from the research that the 1st stall is typically the 'cleanest' but now that people know that, are they more tempted to go into the 1st stall making the others cleaner?) Literally never stop thinking about this in public restrooms.0 -
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- Volume on the telly must be on an even number.
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Ok, this one was unusual.
I do this... I thought it was just me! It has to be that way with everything with a volume too. The phone at work, my car stereo, ipod, phone. Just don't like odd numbers I suppose.
When I play video games where you have to do something "bad", I can't stand it. I couldn't play GTA. I'd be the one stopping at every red light and driving the speed limit.
I eat all of one type or color of food before moving on.
In the shower everything gets washed in the same order everyday. No exceptions.0 -
That's not weird. I do that, too, unless I'm running low.I don't think that you're weird. You're just organized. I bet that you're very productive and efficient at work. (talking about myself, too) :laugh:
im pretty sure your weird thing is responding to a thread 5 times on one page. :flowerforyou:
in the morning, my deodorant swipes need to be the same number of times for each arm.
Six replies! And, how is that weird? I don't like going back to find my post to edit it. Besides, it confuses other ppl when you quote something. They may try to find it in the previous posts, but not see it. And, I guess your weird thing is counting others' replies.
So hot that it itches? :laugh: I've done that on accident, but reduced the temp of the water...I don't think it's a ritual/weird thing that your BF's doing; it's the body's normal reaction to being burned. :indifferent:I always have to touch the wall when I wake up....it helps me figure out if I'm going to have a good hearing day. don't ask my why or how...just support me in this ....
I must have showers and baths at "scalding your skin off" temperatures....which coincidentally....makes my lover do the dance of the boiling/flayed skin everytime we have a shower/bath together....but that's HIS weird ritual...not mine
Are you hard of hearing or something? Why are you worried about not being able to hear? Or, is that the weird part?0 -
love my boobie esss0
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When I park my car at a spot,I have to open the door and check to make sure that there is equal distance, on both sides, from my car to the parking lines. My steering wheel must also be straight. Handbrake is a must. I get miffed if someone else drives it and does not do this :-)
I check door locks twice afore going to bed every night :-)
I have my closet colour coded
I have to dream of what to wear for the next morning, else I will spend ridiculous amounts of time dilly-dallying...trying to make up my mind...whew!!
Oh and labels...be it the spices in the kitchen (I keep alphabetically arranged), the medicine cabinet or under the sink, must face forward..how else will one know what they are pulling out? Lol! I am working on this though...the world will not come to an end if there is cardamom spice appearing afore red pepper lol!!0
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