I went to Starbucks to grab a coffee this morning, and while I was at the little sugar/creamer kiosk preparing my coffee, I noticed I was doing, yet again, something I?ve done (somewhat) subconsciously for years: whenever I get my coffee, I take off the little cardboard, heat-protection sleeve and put it back on ensuring its glued seam lies directly on top of the cup?s glued seam, then I put the lid back on where the sipping hole is directly opposite those seams. I don?t know when or why I started doing that, but I know whenever it?s not just so, the cup just feels? off? Uneven? Unbalanced? This got me thinking about my other odd quirks and those others may have.
Another ?tick? of mine regards adhesive barcode labels on cigarette lighters. I?m a smoker (bad life choice, I know,) and whenever I see a lighter, I have to peel the little adhesive label off of it. My friends all know this about me, so they?re in the habit of surrendering their new lighters to me for peeling even before I ask; that, or they?ll stare blankly at me until I realize an unpeeled lighter is in plain view. One friend in particular has made a game out of it; he?ll buy a new lighter, show it to me and bets I can?t get it from him and peel it by the end of the night. I?ll wait, I?ll watch, and after a few drinks, he?s a little less vigilant, and that?s when I strike. I?ve got a 100% success rate so far; that?s either a testament to my relentlessly obsessive behavior or his clockwork functioning alcoholism?
The last quirk I?ll admit before turning this thread over to you lot is my staunch aversion to the condiments ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise. I don?t just dislike them; I loathe them in the way one might loathe feces. Oddly enough, it?s been over 30 years since I?ve had them, so I can?t begin to tell you what they even taste like, but I CAN tell you I will never, in this life or the next, willingly put them in my mouth. It likely stems back to my childhood when my mom would take me to a fast food restaurant and try to order me a plain hamburger (this is before ?plain? was a common menu option
they?d invariably get it wrong, and I?d get a burger gushing with that yellow and/or red spunk. My mom would simply ?scrap it off? despite my saying I could still taste it (it soaks into the fucking bun, for Christ?s sake
I?d protest, cry, but she?d make me eat it anyway. Little does she know the ?damage? she?s done; as an adult, I can?t even look at that shit without visibly turning my nose up.
Ok, your turn, weirdos; whatcha got?
Another ?tick? of mine regards adhesive barcode labels on cigarette lighters. I?m a smoker (bad life choice, I know,) and whenever I see a lighter, I have to peel the little adhesive label off of it. My friends all know this about me, so they?re in the habit of surrendering their new lighters to me for peeling even before I ask; that, or they?ll stare blankly at me until I realize an unpeeled lighter is in plain view. One friend in particular has made a game out of it; he?ll buy a new lighter, show it to me and bets I can?t get it from him and peel it by the end of the night. I?ll wait, I?ll watch, and after a few drinks, he?s a little less vigilant, and that?s when I strike. I?ve got a 100% success rate so far; that?s either a testament to my relentlessly obsessive behavior or his clockwork functioning alcoholism?
The last quirk I?ll admit before turning this thread over to you lot is my staunch aversion to the condiments ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise. I don?t just dislike them; I loathe them in the way one might loathe feces. Oddly enough, it?s been over 30 years since I?ve had them, so I can?t begin to tell you what they even taste like, but I CAN tell you I will never, in this life or the next, willingly put them in my mouth. It likely stems back to my childhood when my mom would take me to a fast food restaurant and try to order me a plain hamburger (this is before ?plain? was a common menu option
Ok, your turn, weirdos; whatcha got?