Quirks

chooseday.:

I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who narrates their life in their head. I thought it was just me...

I do this all the time too. I've been doing it since I was about eight.

On a kind of similar note, when I'm home alone, I sort of narrate my mind out loud. Everything I'm thinking, I end up saying.

I talk or argue with myself a lot. But I'll give the 'other me' a different accent and tone of voice.
I narrate my life in a different accent also. Like for example if I'm going into a store I'll be like, "And what is Sami going to buy today? Oh, pencils. That's a surprise." I don't know why I do that.
I change my accent everyday (but I have 3 I mainly use which is funny because I hate the number 3) and I never noticed until my mother pointed it out a few months ago.
I've had OCD since I was young, I'm compulsive with hand washing and tv volume because I hate odd numbers except 9 and 13 (I don't know why). I also have repetitive behavior.
My sister says I talk like I'm reading from a book.
When someone asks me a question, I'll answer with a question, a riddle or something completely unrelated and they clearly think what the fuck .
I can't wear socks on the incorrect foot. I don't know if that makes sense, but I've always had this thing where a sock has to feel like it's on the right foot do socks even have a correct foot to go on?

I am a Life Narrator.

And sometimes I think there should be a camera in my eyes because the cinematography that is my vision really deserves as Oscar. Not even joking.

And OCD rituals involving things being folded properly, socks on the right feet, and symmetry.

I have Tourettes too, mostly physical tics, I guess they're quirks?

And I like to pull a puffer fish face - where you make your cheeks blow up and scrunch up your nose. I do that a lot.

I'm like a shark; if I stop moving I'll die.
Literally, I can never be completely still no matter how hard I try, even if it's something as small as tapping my foot, although usually it's more than that.

I have really weird/loud laughs. I have multiple laughs, ranging from hysterical giggles and cackles to everything in between. They are incredibly distinctive, but you can always tell I'm happy when i laugh.

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I do narrate my life a bit, but more often than not, I give interviews in my head or when I'm passing other people, I give their interviews about me in my head. I thought I was crazy until my brother admits he does the same thing. XD

Okay so im having some troubles with my grandma who, dont get me wrong, i love very much. She completly despises my physical appearance and i mean COMPLETLY! She hates my hair which i dye black, my posture, the way i walk, The way i dress, she always says im annorexic (which im not!!! i've been to the doctor and they said im fine). And i feel like i cant just see her ever being happy about me. I want to have a normal relationship with my grandma without having to change who i am. For the longest time ever, ive been wanting to dye my hair all blue but i know my grandma wont accept it. Should i do it anyway and have my grandma accept me for who i am or am i being selfish??? Please comment i need some oppinions!!!!

@ Minority!!!
I think you have the wrong thread.

I always wear odd socks.

I talk ridiculously fast. People always tell me to slow down because they can't understand what I'm saying.

I paint my nails about twice a day on average.. I get bored of the colour too quickly, or I'll see a chip or something and they'll all have to come off and be redone.

I feel like quirks implies a certain degree of cuteness which I lack because I do things like pretend not to hear / see people if I don't want to talk to them even if they're sitting right in front of me. Less passive-aggressive-ly, I wake up at 6:30 99% of the time even if I don't have anything to do that day and I love puns and alliterations.

I'm always shaking or tapping my leg, it's something I do whenever I've concentrating or when I'm tryng to sleep, which is why I can't share a bed with anyone. When listening to music, I always chew my earphones as well, which is slightly dangerous but half the time I barely realize I'm doing it.

When nervous or anxious, I bite my nails, and I literally have no nails left but it doesn't stop me trying. When I'm upset, I chew on my lip until it bleeds. Everyone who knows me are always slapping at me to try and make me stop, but it never works xD

-Sometimes, instead of asking for something, I'll do an action with my hands representing what I want. Ex. I'll pretend to hold a marker and "scribble" on the air if I want something to write with, but I'll scribble on my hand if I want something to write on. I think we all know the "scissors" action. I'll stop there.

-Strange numbers annoy me. I like seven, five, three, and two, but the others are kind of annoying, although four has its uses.

-Whenever I buy bread or go with someone to buy bread, it has to have a green twist tie. No excuses. I will not touch it if it doesn't.

-Sometimes I can't keep my thoughts to myself. And I have bizarre thoughts sometimes.

I label my socks. I mean that literally, like with a Sharpie. When I get a new pack of socks, I take them out in the pairs they are divided into and number each pair. Then I assign each sock in the pair either an "L" (for left) or an "R" (for right) to it. This way, I always wear the same two socks together with the same sock on the same foot. Plus, if one sock goes missing, I know which sock was eaten by the washing machine.

I also cannot eat food that touches. I don't like my foods to be mixed up either.

Lastly, I don't like odd numbers. I have to make sure my TV and the volume on my stereo are set to an even number. When I eat smaller food items (chips, crackers, cookies, candies, etc.), I have to count them to make sure I eat an even number of them.

(Most of my quirks can be contributed to my OCD, which I am clinically diagnosed with.)

Whenever I'm warming something up in the microwave and need to pull it out, I'll leave it there until it reaches a ten, like, the number has to reach a number with a zero at the end or I'll just leave it in there until it does.

Since the Olympics have started, I have found myself going beyond narrating my life in my head and narrating everything I do as though I were commentating an Olympic event. It makes really mundane chores fun.

I have some kind of obsessive disorder where if, say, I hit my elbow or something, I'd hit my other elbow in the same spot on purpose to make it "fair". If I hit one slightly harder than the other, then I'd hit the other lightly to make it even. Same goes for if I have an itch on my leg or something - I'd scratch it, then I'd scratch the other leg in the same spot an equal amount of times.

I do it subconsciously and it really pisses me off when I notice I'm doing it, heh.

When I walk I tap the fingers on my right hand on the inside of my palm. I don't know why I do it but I can't seem to walk properly if I don't.

Sleeping Cancer.:

I have some kind of obsessive disorder where if, say, I hit my elbow or something, I'd hit my other elbow in the same spot on purpose to make it "fair". If I hit one slightly harder than the other, then I'd hit the other lightly to make it even. Same goes for if I have an itch on my leg or something - I'd scratch it, then I'd scratch the other leg in the same spot an equal amount of times.

I do it subconsciously and it really pisses me off when I notice I'm doing it, heh.

I used to do that all the time when I was little, but only if I hit my right hand/leg etc. If something so much as brushed against my right arm, I'd have to do the same thing to my left arm, but it rarely worked the other way round. I've pretty much gotten out of that habit now, though I still do it occasionally, particularly if I step on a pavement crack with my right foot.

I don't exactly narrate my life, but in my head I have certain characters (who I would never dare write about; they're too personal) who I swap and change between. Usually their life goes along with mine, but when I'm really bored in school something awesome will be happening to one of them. And this happens in pretty much every moment of my life, not just rarely. I actually don't know how people can live without other people in their head, and I guess I almost become these people when I'm thinking about them, which makes it much harder to actually be myself.

I also have strange compulsive things. Like when I'm in a car, I have to move my hips with either the lines in the middle of the road or the lights on the road. It sounds weird, but I basically lean side to side as if I were weaving in and out of them. Sometimes I hold my breath like this, and take a breath in when I weave upwards, and a breath out when I drop back down (I usually do the breathing with lamp posts).