i can fall asleep sitting, but i can't fall asleep lying on my back. (my tendency to lie on my right side has resulted in my right arm hurting just at the thought of lying on my right side even tho its my fave side to lie on. (the body pillow i got a month or two ago helps a lot with this) uhm... i can always identify if theres artificial sweeteners in something, and some i can actually identify by taste? SAME re: the broom sound i like thin-soled shoes more than thick-soled shoes. i want to feel the shape of the ground under my feet. (i also like walking barefoot, and ditched houseshoes over ten years ago bc naaaah) (exception: a very specific type of shoe that is half-sock and with a soft felt sole and is, for some reason, only ever produced in child sizes) i probably have more quirks i never noticed myself "_"
Some people have a sweet tooth; I have a savoury tooth. Sandwiches are like donuts to me. I'm so right-handed that my right hand gets about twice as much sensory input at any given time (even if I'm not moving either hand), and my thumbs are different sizes. In the photo below, I lined up my knuckles to compare them properly. My fingers are all really crooked, too, and their topmost joints (the ones right below the nail) are bizarrely flexible; when I was a kid my piano teacher always told me not to press on the keys so hard until she figured out that I wasn't putting extra pressure on, my fingers just did that normally. :P
I don't know if anyone knows this singer, but Ariana Grande's voice. I don't know why but it sends me into paranoid overdrive. The first few times I almost drove into a concrete barrier, chucked a stranger's hipster radio out a 3rd storey (thankfully open) window like a fucking football, and I think, screamed incoherently at someone until I was forcefully removed from the premise. There were more but I was generally able to catch myself and get out of there. Peeling anything. Especially tape or makng any kind of noodles. I see peeling paint, I have to attempt to peel it. I've broken down sobbing, screaming and throwing things when several people have tried to stop me. I can't NOT do it. It hurts really bad if I don't at least try. Unfortunately this goes for skin, nails, nail polish, wood veneers, whatever that can be peeled away, I'll do it, regardless of safety or anything else. I once stood for 3 or so hours and chipped/peeled paint off of a metal handrail KNOWING I'll be late to a job interview and crying hysterically because I didn't know how to stop until someone came by and pried me off. My fingers were a mess, had to go to the hospital and get them looked at. Couldn't do anything for several weeks, not even to wipe my own ass. But I knew I'd do or over again if the opportunity arose.
Ohhhh. Oh I do that shit. I am always picking at the skin around my fingers and peeling it off. Even if it hurts. It's never gotten so bad as that though, but I do feel your pain. Maybe it's related to my OCD? I just feel like I have to do and it feels just...Bad if I don't.
Oh, gosh, I've done that since forever, such that the sides of my thumbs have developed in to callouses. Most recent thing I've found myself doing is uh... actively paring off dead and calloused skin on my body with a penknife. It's probably really unhealthy because it hurts a lot for a few days afterwards, especially on my feet, but good lord is it a satisfying experience to make my skin soft again. Uh, sorry if tmi, but we seem to be going there :P
Oh, and I didn't even get around to that thing I do where I do symmetrical sensations/movements. Or the way that I only drink water from taps in swallows numbered by powers of two. But I'm fairly sure those are proto-ocd things more than quirks.
A lot of my weird little things are probably related to my OCD on that note. Then some are religious. And some are probably OCD manifesting through superstition and ritual!
when i find a very smooth rock (soft-smooth, not slick-smooth) i will usually, uh. rub it on my cheek. and lips. i am a smoochum.
i like to sit perched in chairs, much in the same manner as l from death note Spoiler: how i sit i also share his mannerism of preferring to eat food and use utensils with only my thumb and index fingers
other things: i have a compulsive urge to scratch at my face, and tend to fail to notice until i see that my fingers are bloody. especially my chin, which is one of the reasons i prefer to cover my chin in selfies. to stim, i will repeatedly crack as many joints as i am able to crack, as many times as they will crack before they stop cracking. i do this especially a lot with my elbows and ankles when i am particularly annoyed or angry, my left eye will begin to twitch i am extremely uncomfortable with people being directly behind me, and also have to resist the urge to not lose my shit when someone touches me from behind i have an inexplicable fondness for cacti, especially the opuntia basilaris. similarly, i have a love for tarantulas, especially the antilles pinktoe there is this one random song that i do not know the name of but triggers the shit out of me whenever i hear it and i have no idea why it does that or what i might be associating the song with and i'm not sure if this counts, but i'm also a natural lucid dreamer
Oh gods yes. I can't walk with people directly behind me. Especially if they're male. I've been stalked and almost kidnapped on more than one occasion so it's probably a fear reaction. On a less depressing note if I am walking next to someone I NEED to walk on their lefthand side. I don't know why but it is distressing if I can't be on the side I want to be on. My little brothers just understand that they are not allowed to walk on the left side of my mother. It is just not permitted in my presence.
if something like that happened to me, it would have been in one of the dark spots in my memory, so idk what caused that reaction in me
i don't know. i should mention that i am extremely paranoid, which might be related somehow? anyways, i gotta go to the bathroom, bc i just unthinkingly scratched my face until it started bleeding again. it's actually sorta ironic
I have *a thing* about doors being properly closed. Wait, that might be an ocdesque thing as well. How many of those do I have? It's the sort of thing I don't consider often. Huh
SAME. Artificial sweeteners don't even really taste sweet to me. They taste... ghost-sweet, I guess. I can tell something is hitting a sweet receptor and trying to make my brain interpret it as sweet, but it's an empty sensation, so I only get the side/aftertaste of the sweetener, which is very prominent and usually some form bitter/sour that brings to mind vomit. (Yogurt with aspartame is one of the nastiest flavor experiences I've ever had.) Also, they all give me headaches. :|
The change in tone when my kindle or phone finishes charging can be so freaking awful >o< I love smartfood popcorn, until I suddenly don't; if I eat any of them the wrong way, so that I taste the kernel itself, suddenly all of them taste like burnt kernels. I can barely detect the cheese anymore when that happens. It makes the swirl sad. It's uncomfortable eating candy in any way but colored order. Once I'm halfway through a bag, I like to sort them by color and eat them in such a way that, by the end, I'm eating them in cycles. So with Skittles or Starburst Jelly beans it'll be purple, green, yellow, orange, red, purple, etc. Sometimes with the jellybeans I switch it up to go "least to most favorite", in which case it goes purple, red, yellow, orange-or-green, depending on the day. Something about the purple and the red have weird tastes to them. I wish I could find more of the favered jellybeans, except then there wouldn't be any green. :(
Saaaaame. Not so much the headaches any more but I can tell the difference between sugar, say, and artificial sweeteners pretty much always.
