Because I'm bored

[nny]

Tell me one of your personal quirks.

I was talking about this with indy_go earlier. Personally? I like order, but not symmetry. I rarely wear matching earrings, and as soon as I get the money together I intend to get more piercings so I end up with three in each ear, but I really don't want them to match. Related to this, in my head at least, is the fact that I really love poetry and the various carefully planned forms it can take, but I am not fond of traditional ABAB rhyme.

I also wear odd socks, but I suspect this may simply be down to laziness.

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[randomblade.livejournal.com]

I don't eat dinner. It's not a weight thing, I just have a weird metabolism that chugs aways slowly until it finishes whatever it's got. So I can't get to sleep if I eat after, like, four-pee-em. Related to that is the fact that my stomach acts as my alarm clock every morning, so I wake up at exactly the same time every day. Related to THAT is that fact that my breakfasts are EPIC and my favourite meal of the day.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

My mum can't sleep if she has caffeine. Like, ever. I mean, seriously, any time after lunch she has to have decaffeinated tea. I am weirdly intolerant of caffeine for this reason. I can totally hold my alcohol, but coke gets me high... *g*

[ashen_key]

I'm an obsessive organiser. Despite the fact that my room is normally a mess, my books are all arranged so that each shelf is a genre, the historical fiction books are arranged in chronological order, as are my non-fiction, and all my non-fiction books are arranged so that each genre blends into the next one.

My jewellry shelf is always obsessivly neat, and my cds and minidiscs are all in perfect alphabetical order. As are most things I do, actually. I naturally put things in alphabetical order.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to, once upon a time, and now I really wish I still did because I have lost loads of CDs and I don't know whether that's because they've disappeared or because I'm looking in the wrong place.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

I'm doing my work, really I am.

But just so you don't think I'm not full of quirks...

I count stuff all the time. Stairs, for example, as I'm walking up or down them. And I pattern; I'll tap my fingers in a rhythm on the back of a book while I'm reading, or jiggle my foot in perfectly cadenced time even when there's no music.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I shoulda been a drummer. I reckon I would have been good, too.

And I'm not avoiding work! I'm... um... YES! Sparking a discussion! Which I can totally use for my coursework, see? *g*

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

OMG, I so do that.

*HUGS* I'm not the only one! ;)

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

It really bugs me when people touch my books with dirty hands, or turn the pages carelessly. I think I've come close to offending people by snatching books away too quickly or actively criticizing the way they turn pages. But how can I stand for those little creases that result in the bottom middle of the page when people grab from there instead of gently flipping from the corner?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to be like that, but then I moved in with a girl who... well. She's an enormous hippy. She eats cheese old enough to attempt to make a break for it. She leaves the door open when she's on the loo, and carries on conversations. She underlines things in library books which I really seriously hate. Result of this is I am a lot more relaxed about certain things, although I'm poor enough I wish she'd stop nicking my food...

[museofswearing.livejournal.com]

If stairs are spaced in such a way that I am always ascending or descending with the same foot, I feel unbalanced. Same goes for always stepping onto a new paving slab with the same foot. Every once in a while I have to stop and switch 'em up.

I also am only attracted to men older than I am. This rule extends to age differences of half an hour.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I get that when I'm in step with someone. It really really bugs me, so I have to hop and skip so we're a little out of time, or at least not leading with the same foot. *g*

[minkhollow]

When I'm going up or down stairs, I have to do ti so that I get to the end (top or bottom as appropriate to the situation) on my left foot. Don't know why, just always have. So I'm always counting stairs the first time I use them, and sorting out a plan of attack from there.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to have to skip the first step so I wouldn't walk up thirteen stairs. :)

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

I am the most disorganized organized person I've ever met. And if I'm not doing three things at once, I feel like I'm doing nothing of import, and I need to do five more things to make up for it.

Seperating me from my cell phone is like stealing my bank card. I will die, slowly, painfully, and utterly confused.

I have to make post-its to remind myself to eat 'cause I get into my books or my designs, and I forget. Who needs eating when we have books?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I attempt to be organised, but in the end I'm only ever organised when I have something I'm avoiding. My room is only EVER tidy when an essay is due in.

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

I'm very musically fixated. I have a horrible habit of latching on to a particular song and listening to it repeatedly until everyone in earshot, myself included, is sick of it. I seem to do this a lot when I'm in a bad mood.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I, on the other hand, can completely ignore music. I can have the same CD on repeat for days, and if I'm writing or reading I can completely assign it to the background, and don't even notice how long it's been on until one of my flatmates comes in and threatens to break the cd on my face... *g*

[edg.livejournal.com]

I have to make a Will roll steel myself before getting something on my hands, or to avoid immediately going and washing my hands if I get something on them unintentionally. I can't even stand to put lotion on my hands. I'm sure that part of this is due to being around computers and keyed musical instruments all my life; when getting a keyboard (of either variety) dirty is a capital offense, you learn very quickly to keep your hands clean at all times. This extends doubly to cooking; if I'm handling food of any kind, I have to wash my hands periodically throughout the cooking process, or I can't bring myself to eat what I've made once I'm done.

Which leads into another quirk - I don't like having unexpected non-food objects in my food. I'm not just talking random plastic or hair, which nobody likes; frex, finding bits of bone in what's supposed to be boneless chicken or fish, while I'm eating it, is enough to trigger my gag reflex.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I don't have a gag reflex.

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

I FEEL YOUR PAIN.

OMG. I thought I was the only person I knew like that.

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Yay, quirks!

When I listen to music, my fingers are always busy pretending to play the song on the flute. Also, if I'm walking across a resonant hardwood floor, I slip tap dance steps into my ordinary stride, so that each step will have four counts instead of just one. And when I'm standing in a line, my feet have to be in ballet's third position. I haven't played the flute or taken dance lessons since 4th grade, but clearly, these dubious skills had an impact.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*tries to remember third position*

I was the fat one in ballet class. Me and my mate Bryony. And then she left to join the Brownies, so I followed suit. Aah...

No wait, not happy days. Utter misery, actually. Speech and Drama was my only refuge. *g*

[genarti]

Like tahira_saki, I count things, often without quite noticing I'm doing it -- steps, finger movements, all that. It has to be symmetrical, though, or I feel unbalanced. Like, if I'm going up steps, if the first step is on the right foot the last should be on the left. If I crack one knuckle, I have to crack them all.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Mansun. "I scratch my knee, I have to scratch the otherrr..." Except whinier, because Paul Draper. I totally get that one. *g*

[mithzvel.livejournal.com]

I don't like being touched. I don't know why, I'm very protective of my personal space and I just hate it when people touch my arm, or my hair, or even pat me on the back. It happens with everybody, from strangers to friends to boyfriends. I usually snap at people who touch me, if I feel confident enough with them, or just shy away if they're strangers and I don't know them well enough.

In fact, the only people I feel confortable touching are my parents and one of my sisters (and just because I've been away from them long enough to realize how much I miss them).