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verbicide"List five strange habits of yours, then tag five other people to do the same."
So I asked some friends, because I figured they would know better than I do about my weird habits. The trick, it turned out, was limiting them to five *dry*
1. When I write personal emails, my head immediately tilts to the left and I slouch a bit. Sarah noted this when she sat behind me at United Way. At first I couldn't figure out why she was snickering back there, and then she explained somewhat gleefully.
2. I don't organize my bookshelf by any obvious or recognizable system to anyone except to me.
3. I can't stand to have a single email in my Inbox. It drives me completely insane. I have to either immediately respond, or move it somewhere else. Though, conversely, I do love coming home and finding 10 messages in my inbox. I just have to address them immediately. Also, if something is bolded (marked unread) in any folder, it bugs me. Jeff has like 5,000 things in his Deleted Folder and it is making me twitch.
4. Also, I hate having any extraneous icons on my desktop. The only things permitted are "My Computer," "Recycle Bin," "Network Whatever," and "My Documents." I stray from this out of necessity sometimes, but shove everything into a single folder called "Stuff" and twitch until I can be rid of it. At work, I need to have a few more things out, and it annoys the crap out of me.
5. No matter what time of day it is, if you call me and wake me up, I will lie and say I was already awake. Even if my voice is completely fogged in and it's patently obvious that I am barely conscious, I will desperately mumble, "Nono..'m wake." And you will laugh at me and mock me forever.
Runners-up:
- When I talk to people, I tug at my hair. If it's down, I yank at various lengths of it, if it's up, I start tugging out strands (which eventually makes it stick out to the side. Actually, I yank on my hair fairly constantly. Also I pace and in general am twitchy and fidgety.
- When I hold things to drink in my hand, I get this stupid pinky-erection-thing going on. It sticks straight out at a perpendicular angle. When I notice it, I immediately tuck it back in, but left to its own devices, it wanders back out. Just in time for Sarah to notice and smirk.
Also, this is true, but it's not so much a habit as part of the continuing trend of my obsessive-compulsive behavior patterns.
If I really love a movie, I will watch it 28,000 times (even if it's four hours long) and watch all the extra-features, do extra research on the web, read the book, hunt down the script, scour any web miscellany. I love details. So if I love something that much, I will fall in love with, fixate on, and jabber endlessly about the most peculiar minutia (a character's split-second facial expression). However, as I've gotten busier, I have had less time to fixate, sadly. My big brother would call this, "Getting a life."
I still haven't watched all the commentaries/extras from Return of the King, but really, as much as it breaks my heart, it's because I was unhappy with it.
No really, I'm an entirely endearing person. I swear.
So I asked some friends, because I figured they would know better than I do about my weird habits. The trick, it turned out, was limiting them to five *dry*
1. When I write personal emails, my head immediately tilts to the left and I slouch a bit. Sarah noted this when she sat behind me at United Way. At first I couldn't figure out why she was snickering back there, and then she explained somewhat gleefully.
2. I don't organize my bookshelf by any obvious or recognizable system to anyone except to me.
3. I can't stand to have a single email in my Inbox. It drives me completely insane. I have to either immediately respond, or move it somewhere else. Though, conversely, I do love coming home and finding 10 messages in my inbox. I just have to address them immediately. Also, if something is bolded (marked unread) in any folder, it bugs me. Jeff has like 5,000 things in his Deleted Folder and it is making me twitch.
4. Also, I hate having any extraneous icons on my desktop. The only things permitted are "My Computer," "Recycle Bin," "Network Whatever," and "My Documents." I stray from this out of necessity sometimes, but shove everything into a single folder called "Stuff" and twitch until I can be rid of it. At work, I need to have a few more things out, and it annoys the crap out of me.
5. No matter what time of day it is, if you call me and wake me up, I will lie and say I was already awake. Even if my voice is completely fogged in and it's patently obvious that I am barely conscious, I will desperately mumble, "Nono..'m wake." And you will laugh at me and mock me forever.
Runners-up:
- When I talk to people, I tug at my hair. If it's down, I yank at various lengths of it, if it's up, I start tugging out strands (which eventually makes it stick out to the side. Actually, I yank on my hair fairly constantly. Also I pace and in general am twitchy and fidgety.
- When I hold things to drink in my hand, I get this stupid pinky-erection-thing going on. It sticks straight out at a perpendicular angle. When I notice it, I immediately tuck it back in, but left to its own devices, it wanders back out. Just in time for Sarah to notice and smirk.
Also, this is true, but it's not so much a habit as part of the continuing trend of my obsessive-compulsive behavior patterns.
If I really love a movie, I will watch it 28,000 times (even if it's four hours long) and watch all the extra-features, do extra research on the web, read the book, hunt down the script, scour any web miscellany. I love details. So if I love something that much, I will fall in love with, fixate on, and jabber endlessly about the most peculiar minutia (a character's split-second facial expression). However, as I've gotten busier, I have had less time to fixate, sadly. My big brother would call this, "Getting a life."
I still haven't watched all the commentaries/extras from Return of the King, but really, as much as it breaks my heart, it's because I was unhappy with it.
No really, I'm an entirely endearing person. I swear.
