What’s your weirdest habit?

[TheNanaDook]

I don't know if this is OCD or what but I'll get weird flashes in my head of bad shit happening. For instance, if I'm driving on a two way street, I'll think of cars going the opposite way crossing the line and colliding head on with me. Other examples are when I'm holding something valuable near a ledge, thinking of throwing it over. Or if I'm in a coworker's office and I'm standing next to them while they're sitting at a desk explaining something, just thinking of punching them in the head for no reason. Not even mad at them or anything. They're not really urges because it's never things I actually want to or feel like doing. I guess it's some weird response to anxiety. Or demons. Probably demons.

Yeah i get intrusive thoughts all the time, and it causes me deep anxiety that i should probably get help for, but instead i drink too much.

 

[CuntFucker]

I can’t walk between two parked cars without thinking of one suddenly accelerating and paralyzing me for life.

I used to whistle without realizing I was doing it. Not sure why I stopped.

When I was a kid I’d only put canned soup or ravioli in a bowl if my father was around. Seemed like a waste of a clean dish when the can makes a perfectly good piece of crockery. (No need to heat up food unless it’s a freezing cold day.) My dad would yell at me that I was going to give myself a heart attack from eating out of cans. Not sure of the scientific rigor behind that fear, especially since he didn’t seem to think his extra 30 pounds of body weight posed any risk. I don’t do this anymore mostly because I don’t eat canned food.

I have to wash my hands right after I tie my shoes or touch the floor for any reason. Ditto if I touch a garbage can, which I try not to do. When I’m at a casual restaurant with garbage receptacles where you have to push it open with your hand, I use a tray to do it and then wash my hands.

I’m right handed but for some reason have always jerked off with my left hand.

I don’t believe that recycling is worth the resources that go into it and where I live now I could throw everything in the garbage and not get in trouble (unlike my previous life in Manhattan), but I still separate it all out into separate bins.

I’ve been told that it looks like I “chew” my drinks. I can’t explain it but when I take a sip I make sure the liquid touches my tongue and the roof of my mouth; my friends tell me most people just throw sips straight down their throats. I assume they’re fucking with me.

I can’t leave a radio station or playlist on unless it’s a song I absolutely love and am really into at that moment. Also am told I flick through TV stations too quickly to register what’s on each one, but I always assumed everyone gets an immediate sense of whether what’s on is worth stopping for.

 

[bantadant]

I can’t walk between two parked cars without thinking of one suddenly accelerating and paralyzing me for life.

I used to whistle without realizing I was doing it. Not sure why I stopped.

When I was a kid I’d only put canned soup or ravioli in a bowl if my father was around. Seemed like a waste of a clean dish when the can makes a perfectly good piece of crockery. (No need to heat up food unless it’s a freezing cold day.) My dad would yell at me that I was going to give myself a heart attack from eating out of cans. Not sure of the scientific rigor behind that fear, especially since he didn’t seem to think his extra 30 pounds of body weight posed any risk. I don’t do this anymore mostly because I don’t eat canned food.

I have to wash my hands right after I tie my shoes or touch the floor for any reason. Ditto if I touch a garbage can, which I try not to do. When I’m at a casual restaurant with garbage receptacles where you have to push it open with your hand, I use a tray to do it and then wash my hands.

I’m right handed but for some reason have always jerked off with my left hand.

I don’t believe that recycling is worth the resources that go into it and where I live now I could throw everything in the garbage and not get in trouble (unlike my previous life in Manhattan), but I still separate it all out into separate bins.

I’ve been told that it looks like I “chew” my drinks. I can’t explain it but when I take a sip I make sure the liquid touches my tongue and the roof of my mouth; my friends tell me most people just throw sips straight down their throats. I assume they’re fucking with me.

I can’t leave a radio station or playlist on unless it’s a song I absolutely love and am really into at that moment. Also am told I flick through TV stations too quickly to register what’s on each one, but I always assumed everyone gets an immediate sense of whether what’s on is worth stopping for.

Anytime I make soup I eat it directly out of the pot. And jerking off with the left hand makes sense when you're using the mouse with your right

 

[Papa Goldendick]

I can’t walk between two parked cars without thinking of one suddenly accelerating and paralyzing me for life.

I'm the same, but because I spent a lot of time on the watchpeopledie subreddit (and still visit the website occasionally). I don't fuck with any vehicle. If one is entering or exiting a driveway, for example, I'll make sure it is completely gone before I entertain the thought of walking ahead. I've seen enough videos of somebody walking in front (or behind) of a car, it suddenly accelerating because the driver is careless, and them being killed.

 

[Salted Earth Truffle]

I'm the same, but because I spent a lot of time on the watchpeopledie subreddit (and still visit the website occasionally).

I saw a friend hit by a car as a kid which may have influenced this.

I don't fuck with any vehicle. If one is entering or exiting a driveway, for example, I'll make sure it is completely gone before I entertain the thought of walking ahead. I've seen enough videos of somebody walking in front (or behind) of a car, it suddenly accelerating because the driver is careless, and them being killed.

I’m the same and I fucking hate it when I am quite happy to wait (always), motion to a driver to cross the sidewalk and they urge me to go first. Nigger I’m not here to rush for you, just fucking go.

Similarly, when I’m waiting for cars to pass so I can turn left into a driveway, I never turn the wheel until the way is clear. In high school a friend’s mother was waiting to turn into their drive and had the wheel turned in anticipation, foot on the brake. A driver hit her from behind, sending her car into the path of oncoming traffic going 60+ MPH. She was hit by a semi and decapitated.

 

[Dog Eater]

I saw a friend hit by a car as a kid which may have influenced this.



I’m the same and I fucking hate it when I am quite happy to wait (always), motion to a driver to cross the sidewalk and they urge me to go first. Nigger I’m not here to rush for you, just fucking go.

Similarly, when I’m waiting for cars to pass so I can turn left into a driveway, I never turn the wheel until the way is clear. In high school a friend’s mother was waiting to turn into their drive and had the wheel turned in anticipation, foot on the brake. A driver hit her from behind, sending her car into the path of oncoming traffic going 60+ MPH. She was hit by a semi and decapitated.

The wheel being turned has nothing to do with it.

I’ll pick my nose and flick dry snot onto the floor. It’s small enough that nobody can see. If I have a cold I’ll pick my nose in a car and wipe the wet snot under the seat. Only other people’s cars though, not my own.

 

[guest]

I count down when I pee. I always get it right

I take a shower every time I shit.

Being a pretty fawkin good baseball player back in the day I was very superstitious and I hate flying so before every flight I have to pack the same Bible and I have to touch the outside of the plane with my right hand.