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Post by ilovethisgame on Jul 2, 2013 20:50:08 GMT -5
I set my alarm for a "random" even number, never ending in a zero. For instance: 6:42 or 7:36 or 8:24, etc...I tend to hate odd numbers - volumes of TV or radio have to be even (or for some reason, I can do fives on this). If something absolutely has to be odd, I rationalize to make it even in my head. For instance, my birthday is 1/29, so I add those two numbers together to make 30, which makes it ok. It all makes sense to me! Haha...
I set my alarm for a "random" even number, never ending in a zero. For instance: 6:42 or 7:36 or 8:24, etc...I tend to hate odd numbers - volumes of TV or radio have to be even (or for some reason, I can do fives on this). If something absolutely has to be odd, I rationalize to make it even in my head. For instance, my birthday is 1/29, so I add those two numbers together to make 30, which makes it ok. It all makes sense to me! Haha...
I'm similar to you; I set my alarm to random odd numbers, but not 5.
I set my alarm for a "random" even number, never ending in a zero. For instance: 6:42 or 7:36 or 8:24, etc...I tend to hate odd numbers - volumes of TV or radio have to be even (or for some reason, I can do fives on this). If something absolutely has to be odd, I rationalize to make it even in my head. For instance, my birthday is 1/29, so I add those two numbers together to make 30, which makes it ok. It all makes sense to me! Haha...
I'm similar to you; I set my alarm to random odd numbers, but not 5.
how have I never seen this thread before, it's amazing! I knew I loved you guys! (see: last night's "random thoughts" post, file under "pain-medication-fueled-but-still-true-sentiments".)
my friends call me Sheldon (because among other things, I have "my spot" on my couch, and I'm a little territorial about it, not gonna lie. also maybe because I have some Aspy tendencies). and apparently I have so many "things" my reputation precedes me. cases in point:
1. I went to lunch with coworkers, one of whom I did not know well and had not eaten out with before. she stood beside the table and asked, "Is this one ok? Which seat would you like? I know you have a thing about that." because, yes, I usually prefer to sit at a table along the side ( not in the middle of the restaurant), near the exit or window, and I like to sit on the outside, on the side facing the exit. can't stand to have my back to the door or to the flow of people in the restaurant.
2. another coworker who had recently started was telling a story about a parent at our office, and I was sitting closest to her. she said, "Then she grabbed me- I would demonstrate, but I heard you don't like to be touched." um. basically, I just don't like to be touched by people I don't know, especially without warning, is that really so crazy??
other "things": peas, grits, broccoli- texture issues, can't eat them. yuuuck. for sleep, the bathroom fan has to be on for white noise, and the ceiling fan. also, total darkness.
Post by Longtime and Frequent Poster on Jul 3, 2013 8:25:14 GMT -5
If I'm watching T.V./have the radio on in the car with someone else and they change the volume to where it ends up on an odd number I f*cking cringe. Glad to see there are at least two other people in the world. I'd love to know the reasoning.
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.
-when i go through a yellow light, i always tap the top of my roof two times.
-if i buy gas i try and always make it stop on a full dollar amount (ex: $32.00). i also usually try and make all the tips at restaurants add up to a full dollar amount (ex. bill was $23.54, i would tip $4.46, so the total would be $28.00)
-also no touching dry spongey things. gives me the willies.
1. Any time I eat multi-colored candies, I have to sort them all into different piles by color/flavor, then eat them from least favorite to favorite. This is true even with candies that are the same flavor, like M&M's. My parents used to take advantage of this because I would fill up on my least favorite flavors and they would steal my baggy of the good flavor and eat them before I could.
2. I am terrified of windows, especially at night. Like, terrified. When I sleep in a bedroom, I have to be on the side of the bed farthest from the window and someone or something has to be between the window and me. This may come from an intruder coming to my window when I was a kid. Movies where someone suddenly appears in a window or mirror scare the bejesus out of me.
3. I have to jump up and down a lot. I have a little mini-trampoline now that I use for workouts and that takes care of the urge, but when I was a kid, I was "addicted" to jumping on the bed. When my parents put a stop to that, I would just jump in the corner of my room when no one was watching. It's like I have a ton of excess energy and jumping is the only way to get it out. Now all of you know my dirty secret.
If I'm watching T.V./have the radio on in the car with someone else and they change the volume to where it ends up on an odd number I f*cking cringe. Glad to see there are at least two other people in the world. I'd love to know the reasoning.
I absolutely do the same thing.
It's to the point that I am sure my parents set the volume at an odd number if we are watching TV together, just to see how long it takes me to grab the remote and nudge it up or down. And if I'm somewhere I can't nudge it, I feel anxious about it.
3. I have to jump up and down a lot. I have a little mini-trampoline now that I use for workouts and that takes care of the urge, but when I was a kid, I was "addicted" to jumping on the bed. When my parents put a stop to that, I would just jump in the corner of my room when no one was watching. It's like I have a ton of excess energy and jumping is the only way to get it out. Now all of you know my dirty secret.
3. I have to jump up and down a lot. I have a little mini-trampoline now that I use for workouts and that takes care of the urge, but when I was a kid, I was "addicted" to jumping on the bed. When my parents put a stop to that, I would just jump in the corner of my room when no one was watching. It's like I have a ton of excess energy and jumping is the only way to get it out. Now all of you know my dirty secret.
This is why I dance around the house all of the time. Always have since I can remember.
Whenever I'm in the car and someone else is driving if there is a row of light poles or street signs I always count them in groups of four using my fingers on my right hand. Ever since I can remember I've always done it.
You're just too young to grasp how stylin' I really was. All the boys wanted to do me when I was 5. Actually the girls did too. My haircut was confusing.
1. Any time I eat multi-colored candies, I have to sort them all into different piles by color/flavor, then eat them from least favorite to favorite. This is true even with candies that are the same flavor, like M&M's. My parents used to take advantage of this because I would fill up on my least favorite flavors and they would steal my baggy of the good flavor and eat them before I could.
I'm not meticulous about it, but when I eat a salad, I primarily eat the green parts (usually lettuce, cucumber, broccoli) first, so that at the end, I'm left with a pile of my favorite toppings (cheese, sunflower seeds, hard boiled egg) all covered in dressing.
It's to the point that I am sure my parents set the volume at an odd number if we are watching TV together, just to see how long it takes me to grab the remote and nudge it up or down. And if I'm somewhere I can't nudge it, I feel anxious about it.
3. I have to jump up and down a lot. I have a little mini-trampoline now that I use for workouts and that takes care of the urge, but when I was a kid, I was "addicted" to jumping on the bed. When my parents put a stop to that, I would just jump in the corner of my room when no one was watching. It's like I have a ton of excess energy and jumping is the only way to get it out. Now all of you know my dirty secret.
This is why I dance around the house all of the time. Always have since I can remember.
I have no dancing ability, so maybe that's why I jump instead?
1. Any time I eat multi-colored candies, I have to sort them all into different piles by color/flavor, then eat them from least favorite to favorite. This is true even with candies that are the same flavor, like M&M's. My parents used to take advantage of this because I would fill up on my least favorite flavors and they would steal my baggy of the good flavor and eat them before I could.
I'm not meticulous about it, but when I eat a salad, I primarily eat the green parts (usually lettuce, cucumber, broccoli) first, so that at the end, I'm left with a pile of my favorite toppings (cheese, sunflower seeds, hard boiled egg) all covered in dressing.
Gah, I do that too! The Trader Joe pre-made salads drive me crazy because there's JUST enough room for the salad and I can't get to the lettuce easily to take it out.
I can't stand to ride in a vehicle with anyone else and I'm not comfortable unless I am driving. I've actually had panic attacks while someone else is driving me. I know it's irrational and that it's a control thing so I try my best to be calm and keep my mouth shut on the rare occasions that I'm a passenger. I have never flown and I'm not sure how I would handle that either. I know I can't sit in the cockpit and watch over the pilots, so I'll probably have to be heavily sedated if I ever do fly.
I add up the numbers in the license plates of the cars around me and have a tendency to keep looking until I find one that gives me a nice EVEN number. Oooh, and the 800 numbers on the sides of trucks aren't safe either.
When people smack their lips together when they eat (even the slightest bit) I really want to start punching things
edit: more of a pet peeve rather but still. Its ridiculous
Oh my god, when I was in college, I worked at a TCBY. Every once in awhile, I'd have some jackass get a sample of something and then stand there in front of me and do that rapid-fire "I'm tasting the shit out of this tiny bit of yogurt" lip smacking thing. I wanted to smack the little spoon out of their hands every single time.
If I'm watching T.V./have the radio on in the car with someone else and they change the volume to where it ends up on an odd number I f*cking cringe. Glad to see there are at least two other people in the world. I'd love to know the reasoning.
I`m really not sure why. It`s an impulse. If I see it is on an odd number, I have to change it. One of my best friends, Jordan, is the same way, but with multiples of five instead of evens. So if we are in the car riding together, we will fight over volume control unless we can settle it at a multiple of ten.