Weird Quirks

Quirks​

Does anyone have weird quirks? Come on, Freak me out!

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quirk ( P ) Pronunciation Key (kwûrk)
n.

1. A peculiarity of behavior; an idiosyncrasy: “Every man had his own quirks and twists” (Harriet Beecher Stowe).
2. An unpredictable or unaccountable act or event; a vagary: a quirk of fate.
3. A sudden sharp turn or twist.
4. An equivocation; a quibble.
5. Architecture. A lengthwise groove on a molding between the convex upper part and the soffit.

[Origin unknown.] quirki·ly adv.
quirki·ness n.
quirky adj.
....I'm bored

 

i like the number 5 very muvch

 

um, my lips move by themselves, so that it looks like i'm talking to myself or someone, but thats not the case, i'm talking to no one nor myself...my lips just make those movements.

 

I talk to myself

 

I set my alarm clock for odd times. Its never 7:00 or 7:30, but it might be 7:17 or 7:23

 

i sometimes do that, like today, i had mine set for 5:47. then later on for 10:37 when i was "trying to nap" which didn't happen...

 

The quirks around the hippiestead are numerous. General Quirks (nice to meet you sir): a color coordinated hippie bus (no. not Rainbowed), streaking flashes of CDs that swing from the trees blinding the neighbors whenever the sun shines, the fact that the biggest squ. footage building isn't used as living space; the 125 gal. bathtub set into the smallest bus, the kitchen with no sink (the smaller bus already had the right 'holes')...
Minor Quirks (yes, General, well the whole thing seems rather strange): the hippie-diva-godess who rules yet is half of the heading whole, the musician who sings all the songs that no one wants to hear, or the kid who lives in the future cuz Nobody told him he couldn't.
And folks, we're just scratching the surface.....

 

haha, i do that too

i have no idea why though

 

I talk to myself all of the time. I'm sure I look like a lunatic when I'm out in public and I'm mumbling to myself, but it's just my way of thinking out loud. My mind is always reeling, always racing, and it helps me process things better.

I have an obsession with counting things. I have since I was a little girl. I must count everything out. Ice cubes in a drink, number of times I tie something in knots, number of strokes to put on deodarant, how many times I dunk a tea bag, you name it. There is always a certain number I have to do things, meaning, I usually do things 3, 5, or 24 times. Very weird I know. The 3 stands for my children, since 3 is how many I have, the 5 stands for how many people are in our family (the kids, my husband and I), and the 24, well, that's simply my favorite number. I know it sounds off the wall. But hey, it's a quirk of mine. I have a thing for numbers.

 

I make mathematical equations out of times on a digital clock.

For example, 12:34 = 12 divided by 3 is 4.

It can get insanely annoying. I've found some way to turn almost every minute in the day into an equation of some sort.

 

i count stairs every time i go up or down them, sing to bette midler, pretend to be possessed and roll around on the floor convulsing untul my grandma cries, eat chocolate covered acid and watch 6 movies in a row but pay more attention to the christmas lights that haven't been taken down yet, can't go a day without trying to get myself into as many unnatural positions as possible, speak in a made up language with my friends in which all we can rely upon is tone of voice/body language/facial expressions to communicate our meaning, run around lip syncing to a middle eastern remix of 'i put a spell on you' whilst pretending to be unable to control my body, basically anything semi dangerous to my physical and mental self. i like to push the bounds of what i can accept as normal.

 

somehow i don't think we'd get along very well. math honestly makes me cry because it is so offensive to my painfully illogical self. i've had dreams about being in math class after which i've woken up crying with a nose bleed. how's THAT for quirky?

 

~ One of my biggest fears is that someone will slit my ankle open someday...
~ I put ketchup on steak.
~ I can fall asleep almost anywhere in most conditions.
~ I enjoy talking to strangers, but never about the ordinary stuff strangers always talk about. - Always have...
~ Don't have plans of ever buying a car...

 

I eat ketchup on everything.
I giggle constantly.
I hug everyone, even if I don't know them.
I say hi how are you to almost everyone I pass...and wait for a response before leaving their presence.

 

We're bad about number games- 3s, 7s, 13s, muliples. All the prices on our jewelry & tie-dyes revolve around those numbers & 'hippie math'... 7+7=13. It's either hippie math or prices according to the shoes you're wearing....

 

i dart my eyes around, i give people greasies unintentionally all the time, i lay on my back and walk around on my hands and feet with my back arched like that, i crawl around on the floor all the time on my hands and knees and bite people, i make lots of irritating noises, i only eat the non melted bits of my ice cream, i will randomly run into a room and jump on the furniture, i sit on chairs with both my knees bent under me its the most comfotable way, i make cricket noises when my sisters boyfriend makes jokes and no one laughs, i kick people in the back on the knees when they are standing so that the fall over, i sing all the time, i have slapping fights with my friends till we are red raw, i silently watch people a lot.

someone told me today that i am the most random person he knows. i was so flattered.

 

my eye twitches, but that's completely unintentional

I set my alarm clock funny too, so it can't go off at :00 or :15, :30 :45 or anything ending in a zero.

I also set my alarm fast so I wake up before the absolute last minute, but I can never figure out by how much it's off because I change it every now and then.

I yell at people who are in the kitchen trying to cook while I'm trying to cook. My space, get the f out (I'm a little possessive with kitchens)

Certain utensils MUST go in certain drawers. I have two drawers for not-normal utensil (bread cutter knife thing, chopsticks, doublebladed chopping tool, etc), and they're also sections accordingly.

I won't eat a cooked hotdog, but I like 'em cold (fresh out the pack, mm mm)

Some things I have to have placed in certain areas to remember to use them, especially bathroom stuff like toothbrush and underarm. Otherwise I wont' remember until I'm almost out of the door and it makes me miss my bus :S

 

i like biting on paper clips

 

The television volume has to be on an even number otherwise it really bugs me.

 

I dont like mismatched things so all my electronics are the same brand

I have to have things rather even or symetrical

Labels have to fave all the same way

I roll all my clothes, not fold

cant hold my feet still no matter what