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Post by mutantclare on Dec 9, 2003 11:30:18 GMT -5
See? Like I said.
There are rules. These rules are specific and self contained and must be followed.
Me? I tend to get a plate of food, mush it all up together and shovel it in.
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Post by PoolMan on Dec 9, 2003 11:47:20 GMT -5
Actually, some of that rings a bell, Ash. Not all of it, but enough to make me feel odd.
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Post by jenfrazer on Dec 9, 2003 12:29:32 GMT -5
I used to do that at Tex-Mex restaurants when I was a kid. I'd mix up my rice and beans, cut up my enchiladas and chalupa, and stir. Then I'd put salsa all over and eat it with chips. My parents would scream bloody murder, but it's not my fault there was no seven-layer dip on the menu.
More weird food things. I'll eat all the milk chocolate off a Three Musketeers bar before I eat the nougat. It gets quite gross. I'll also nibble around the edge of a dried apricot and then peel apart the remaining halves.
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Post by DocD83 on Dec 9, 2003 13:18:47 GMT -5
If I make a deli sandwich, I nibble off the excess meat and cheese from the edges before peeling off the crusts and eating them alone. Only then do I start on the actual sandwich (that's because the crusts and everything outside I find just this side of inedible, but I hate to waste food, so I try to make it so I can go the longest possible time without having to deal with it).
When I'm looking for something in a pile of stuff, I sometimes hold the back of my hand to my chest and twirl my index finger while looking for it. I look like a reject from "Dreamcatcher."
I will not go to the bathroom if people can see me go in. I've had to amend that lately, because of how my apartment is arranged.
I put red vinegar in everything I cook that has hamburger in it.
Sometimes I not only talk to myself, I act out scenes. I find myself mumbling and waving my finger in the air, or walking at odd angles as if I'm maneuvering around someone, or leaning far to the side as if I'm dodging something in an action movie.
No matter what, when I leave the house in the morning, I have to look in the mirror just before I walk out the door. No matter how many times I've looked in it earlier, I need that last look. It doesn't apply for when I leave the house later on.
If someone laughs, I HAVE to know why. Don't chuckle near me unless you're willing to say why, or you might find I've started a "List of Reasons to Kill You."
If the Simpsons is on and I have the time, I always watch it, even if I've seen the ep a billion times and hated it in first run. Yeah, that's incredibly sad.
That's all I can think of right now.
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Post by Head Mutant on Dec 9, 2003 14:00:12 GMT -5
Jen, I do that with the 3 Musketeers bar too... or used to, back when I ate them as a kid.
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Post by PoolMan on Dec 9, 2003 15:27:20 GMT -5
I try and do that with Kit Kat bars. Very rarely am I successful, but I always try.
Oh, and I don't think I've had a Subway sandwich without Italian salad dressing on it in five years. Not a neurosis, I guess, so much as a desire, but it's great. I guess more in the neuroses category as far as Subs go is that I ALWAYS eat the smaller half first.
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Post by PowerBum on Dec 9, 2003 21:29:31 GMT -5
I don't think this is all that uncommon, but I always eat my meals one item at a time. I finish the potato before I start the steak, and so on. If I stop eating something, I'm not going to start again.
Like I said, I don't think it's that uncommon.
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Post by Al on Dec 9, 2003 22:43:54 GMT -5
And I dip my pizza in ranch dressing. As long as it was brought up- pizza with ranch/bleu cheese dressing is amazing. Never even heard of it until I went to school in NY, but I can no longer eat a pie without it. The only exception is Wooster Street pizza in New Haven, CT. Sinatra said it was the best in the world, and you can't disagree with Old Blue Eyes. Al |
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Post by Hucklebubba on Dec 10, 2003 0:21:33 GMT -5
Whenever my car is off, everything in my car has to be off as well. Turning the headlights off is a non-neurotic no-brainer, (And a non-issue as well, since they turn off automatically.) but I'm also talking about things that don't really matter; wipers, AC, etc..
I also blip all of the power window switches to make sure my windows are rolled up to airtight specs, and I like to leave the radio on a certain preset.
I suppose this is only a half-neurosis, since I forget to perform it sometimes, and if I get out of the car and realize my forgetting, I won't rectify it.
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Post by DarthToad on Dec 12, 2003 22:13:09 GMT -5
I talk to myself. A lot. And when I say a lot I mean a lot. This tends to annoy some people, and I don't talk out loud usually, but I still talk to myself a lot.
Also, everyone seems to have something they do before something big (like for me, a play). I sing the Lumberjack Song. Really loud. Very, very loud. And I must do this. Then again, it's not as bad as what one of my friends does...
Finally, whenever anyone asks me my name/I have to introduce myself, I do a semi-diabolic voice and say what's in my sig (I am Samus, of the 9th Castle, of the 9th...).
Eating habits...hmmmmm...none I can think of. Sorry.
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Post by Al on Dec 15, 2003 12:52:05 GMT -5
I have two little driving habits that tend to cause stares from everyone else in the car. The first is a 'protection' from cops by kissing your thumb and tagging the ceiling when running a yellow light (do it twice if you happen to run a red). It's something an old girlfriend got me started doing and now it's become an unconsious habit. I've never been pulled over for it, so I guess it works.
The other is a game that myself and two friends used to play called "P'diddle" that has also become an automatic reaction simply from playing it for so long. When you spot a car missing a headlight, yell p'diddle (pronounced puh-diddle) and punch the person next to you in the arm. However, we soon realized how much repeated arm-punching begins to hurt, so it became 'punch the ceiling,' which is far less painful and can be played solo to boost your reaction time. Yes, there's nothing to do in my town.
Both games are pretty harmless, but I do them without thinking whether I'm in a taxi cab or a topless jeep, usually to the surprise or annoyance of everyone else.
Al
-also used to play Punchbuggy but, again, the hitting in the arm thing is not always appreciated.
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Post by Hucklebubba on Dec 15, 2003 18:20:47 GMT -5
Hmm. My family does the "p'diddle" thing too. I'd assumed it was unique to us.
Did you used to spend summers at Eagle River?
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Post by Al on Dec 15, 2003 19:04:10 GMT -5
Nope, I spent summers driving around Connecticut in a perpetually broken down van dubbed "The Shaggin' Wagon." My friend Chris began the game maybe five years ago but I have no idea where it came from and I haven't spoken with him in some time. I'll see if I can find out.
Al
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Post by Hucklebubba on Dec 15, 2003 22:10:54 GMT -5
Whoopsy daisy. No it isn't. (Please see original post to prevent bafflement.) |
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