I have odd habits that I don’t know are peculiar until someone points them out to me. Here’s a list of some of them:
I listen to The Sex Pistols when I do calculus homework. Specifically them and no one else. I don’t know how in the world those two things connect, but in some way, hearing the screams of “Anarchy in the U.K.” help me focus on integrals…
I say I’m full and then 5-10 minutes later, I’ll be hungry again. Or I’ll say I’m full and then once I leave the restaurant, almost the exact moment that I step off the premises, I’ll be hungry again.
It takes me about 2 months to finally get around to removing nail polish off my toes. I don’t know why I always procrastinate on such a stupid thing like that. Because, you know, removing nail polish is such a long and hefty process.
My voice gets really high and squeaky and I start talking really quickly when I get excited about explaining one of my favorite TV shows to a friend. Usually it’s Doctor Who, but I think it’s starting to lean more towards Psych now since I’ve contributed to the conversion of a couple of Whovians.
I bake when I’m stressed. Cookies, brownies, cakes, muffins, pretty much everything. This isn’t to imply that every time I bake something I’m stressed, but every time I’m really stressed or worried, I throw on my really adorable apron and mix batter into a frenzy. I think it’s the idea of having control over something really just calms me down.
I attempt to call people I want to talk to, but before the first ring even happens, I hang up. I’ll do this several times because I am a coward (big surprise!) and I’ll proceed to wallow.
Every time I go to a bookstore, I have to run my fingers over the spines across a shelf, I have to smell leather journals, and I have to read at least three book summaries before I can leave the store. Don’t ask because I can’t say why.
I think that about covers it. Well, at least until more friends point stuff out to me (which I am expecting because I know them). Carry on.