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8. SOLITUDE: as a very extroverted introvert, I require serious amounts of alone time after I've been around people a lot. That means not seeing or talking to another human being for 2 whole days or more so my battery can re-charge. Humanity really wears me out!
I didn't think everyone else loved the smell of gasoline. Thanks inforoo for making me feel normal.
Anybody else have a dead body in their refrigerator?
It's not dead yet and btw how did you get out?
Freezing it alive. Nice touch. You asked how I got out, I could tell ya but then I've have to kill you. And I happen to like you Inforoo folk, so that would be a real downer.
3. LIP BALM: I have at least 2 different Burt's Bees w/me at all times, either in the pants pocket, in the desk drawer, or in my purse*. I gots to have soft lips!
I have to have my lip gloss with me all the time. Mike and I have left to go somewhere before and I've turned around to go back and get it. I won't even do that for my phone. This:
8. SOLITUDE: as a very extroverted introvert, I require serious amounts of alone time after I've been around people a lot. That means not seeing or talking to another human being for 2 whole days or more so my battery can re-charge. Humanity really wears me out!
I am the exact opposite. I hate being alone. I've never lived alone ... the thought really scares me. If I'm in the house alone I try everything I can to either have someone over or go somewhere there are people. I don't necessarily have to be in the same room. I just can't be the only person in the house. My anxiety goes through the roof if I'm alone for more than a couple hours.
When I was younger, not only could none of my food touch, but my mom said sometimes I would use multiple forks too. I've gotten a lot better over the years, but if food mixes in the middle, I usually don't touch it. And if I HAVE to have salad or something with a runny dressing, then I often fold a napkin under the plate so it tilts and the liquid stays where it is supposed to.
Um let's see, here's a short list: -I count in increments of three
I count in 3 and 2 and keep track in multiples of five. When I count a pile of something (which is often at my job), this is what I say in my head, "3, 5, 8, 10, 12…"
7. SEAT BELT: I will NOT drive a car until my seat belt is fastened.
I will put mine on to move my car in my driveway.
---Long sleeves made of anything soft or fuzzy completely freak out. I seriously get anxiety if I wear even a 3/4 length sweater. The only long sleeve shirts I *sometimes* wear are smooth button ups.
---My feet cannot both be flat on the ground. I elementary/middle/high school, my teachers would get so mad at me for the way I am sitting, but I haven't changed. Even at job 1 (desk job) I sit crazy like in my chair (indian style, one leg up, legs propped up on my space heater…). When I stand and do my makeup in the morning or work job two (serving), I often stand like a flamingo, or cross one leg over the other.. I just CANNOT have two feet on the ground. Planes are the hardest. I can walk 6 hours straight and be a-ok, but if you make me stand for five minutes, I get super uncomfortable.
---I have a self-imposed bed time 7 days a week. If it hits 12:30ish, even on a Friday night, I'm wide awake and having a good time. I have to go to bed. My body just switched off. I get grumpy even.
I have more… much more. But this is too much for now!
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I positively CAN.NOT.STAND. the smell of cold leftovers. When it's time to reheat something, I'll take a big breath, quickly throw the dish in the microwave & dash outta the room like I'm on fire.
Srsly. That food can be the best smelling dish when it's hot, but for some reason it triggers my gag reflex when it's cold. I can't even look at cold pizza, much less smell it!
This also means I toss out many leftover containers instead of cleaning them out. The smell of cold leftovers is bad, but... cold, furry science projects? Oh, that's just beyond nasty. Toss 'em & buy more: it's the only way to go.
When I am in a conversation I listen to what the person says and after every few sentences I ask myself 'why would this person say what they just said'. I miss parts of conversations because I am trying to break down the purpose behind what they say. I believe that people, most of the time, do not say what they really mean, but what they want to portray.
This makes it very easy to tell when someone is being dishonest.
But I can't shut it off. I am constantly pinging people and scanning for RAS.
Actually I can turn it off. Its called alcohol.
It is FANTASTIC when I am in a sales situation, but when I want to just be present for a conversation/interaction I find that I can not. Unless I have had a beer or 2.
Post by popsicle sarah on Feb 24, 2012 19:15:14 GMT -5
The other day I noticed something else that I do...
If I'm in a bathroom and there's a towel used to dry hands after washing, I have to smell the towel before I will touch it (unless it's the bathroom I use regularly and I know how clean the towel is). I can't STAND the sour smell a towel gets after many hand dryings.
The other day I noticed something else that I do...
If I'm in a bathroom and there's a towel used to dry hands after washing, I have to smell the towel before I will touch it (unless it's the bathroom I use regularly and I know how clean the towel is). I can't STAND the sour smell a towel gets after many hand dryings.
My room in my college house Junior year was connected to one of our bathrooms. One day there was a terrible musty smell permeating throughout my room. I was checking my laundry, under my bed, behind desks etc. and couldn't find anything. A day or two later I was in the bathroom and noticed my roommate's body/shower/whatever you want to call it towel hanging. I smelled it from about a foot away and almost passed out.
"Jason, when's the last time you washed your towel?" "Umm...."
So yeah "sour towel" is now like the worst smell in the world to me.
I hold my breath every time I pass by a cemetery. The reason escapes me.
^This. I don't have any memory of why I do it, but I do!
Also, remember that game you would play while driving around with your friends in high school. Pa-diddle? Yea, well, every time I see a car with one headlight, I kiss my hand and touch the roof of the car. Without fail. I don't even really think about it anymore, just happens.
Post by konstantine on Feb 24, 2012 19:43:40 GMT -5
I can not sleep with my feet/legs/hands exposed. I think it's the childhood monster under the bed thing still creeping up on me, hahaha. Even if it's hotter than heck, I'm under a sheet and one blanket.
... every time I see a car with one headlight, I kiss my hand and touch the roof of the car. Without fail. I don't even really think about it anymore, just happens.
That's what I do when I run a yellow light! Kiss the ceiling for luck!
And I also lift up my feet from the floorboard when I cross railroad tracks. This occasionally proves problematic since I drive a stick shift!
Note to self: bring can of cinnamon rolls to a party next year...
I bet someone is watching this thread just planning ways to exploit our weaknesses.
I am right now. I have never seen this thread before tonight. As the resident Psych specialist, I would like to advise you that you are all batshit crazy.
That being said, I tie myself to my bed at night with a shoe string because I have terrible night eating. If you ever want to break a compulsive habit, try putting a rubberband on your wrist and snapping it when you start toward your compulsion. It helps break the thought process.
I can't have things sitting on my waist. When I was a kid, I hated jeans because I could feel them on my waist. I would pull them up to my boobs like Urkel. I also don't like an arm around my waist. Thank god someone came up with low-ride jeans.
If you are sleeping in the same bed as I, please do not sleep with your face near mine. You are stealing my breath! And I will let you know it.
Up until about 10 years ago, would sleep with my covers up to my chin--vampires!
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.