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*sigh* I guess I will get in on this.

 

I'm a 'rad-trad*' Catholic anarchist* anime and Adventure Time fan brony. I guess that's a fairly uncommon combination.

*not exactly, depending on your preferred definition, but close enough for general purposes.

 

My musical tastes go all the way from Japanese and Korean pop, through folk, bluegrass, punk, ska, garage, then skip over to Baroque and Renaissance classical and eastern and western liturgical chant, and folk music from Mongolia, China, and Japan, plus klezmer.

 

At any given time I have usually two, (occasionally just one, but sometimes three) larger folding knives on my person (currently in rotation are my Spyderco Manix2 XL and Manix Lightweight), plus a Victorinox Swiss Army Knife and a kubotan. It's not because I'm paranoid; I just forced it into a habit to always have them on me. (Also the kubotan and SAK double as a keychain.)

 

I've learned two separate ways to break into my own house, just in case I happen to lock myself out (happened once last summer).

 

I'm allergic to literally every kind of sunscreen I've ever tried, including the ones labelled as organic and hypoallergenic and all that jazz. So I just don't wear any, ever. Luckily I don't burn quite as easily as my skin tone might otherwise suggest.

 

I've only shaved once in the last four years.

 

 

I will add more if I think of any.

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IcePrincessKRS

You guys are amazing.  Keep'em coming :)

 

 

Not only do I hate driving in cities, I hate being in cities.  So many people packed in physically close and yet so distant.  It's unnerving for me.  I'm used to smaller suburbs where you might not know everyone by name, but you could certainly recognize 80% of the people by face if you went out often enough.  


For an extremely long time, I used to bite my fingernails to keep them trimmed because I was too lazy to use clippers.  Then one day one of my classmates yelled at me because apparently biting your fingernails has something to do with ringworm or something like that, I honestly don't remember.  So anyway, he bet me $15 that I couldn't go a month without biting my nails.  Because it wasn't any type of nervous habit, just my laziness, I did it easily enough, but the end of the month left me with crazy long fingernails so I had to start trimming them properly.  Ever since, I haven't gone back to biting my nails, but I'm always really lazy about actually taking the time to trim them so I keep ending up with long fingernails.

 

 

I grew up in the country. I don't especially like being in cities, but I can handle it for a day of sightseeing or the like. Because I grew up in the country I cannot sleep with lights on. Light coming in from streetlights bother me. I need absolute darkness to sleep. My kids have never had nightlights, except in the bathroom so they can find their way in at night. I get the dimmest ones I can find so the minimum amount of light comes in my room. If we stay in a hotel and the alarm clock is too bright I will cover it with a shirt or something. It takes me a really long time to fall asleep when staying in a hotel in a city because of all the traffic noise.

 

Pin worms, not ringworm. And it's a legit disgusting concern tied to thumb sucking and nail biting. I'm glad you stopped.

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I freak out when I can hear a person chewing and sometimes even if I can hear them breathing. It makes my skin crawl and I can't focus on anything but the sound.

 

Oh...yes. People who breathe really enthusiastically...they frustrate me so much.

 

I like making concoctions of things. Cheese is a good additive to most meals.

 

Being in crowded places can freak me out.

 

When I use the stove on my oven, it makes this really high-pitched noise (that apparently only I can hear) and it gives me sore ears.

 

I have a knack of predicting what someone will say or do. Sometimes I even know who's calling me without looking at the number.

 

I usually walk with my eyes lowered.

 

When I find something really funny, I laugh silently. My friends make fun of me all the time  :paperbag:

 

I sleep with a stuffed animal.

 

When I get really, really excited about something, I dance or sing. 

 

If I don't have a book to read on a journey (I used to always take a book wherever we went, even on a ten-minute drive. Now I'm a little better), I feel weird.

 

I don't own a TV.

 

I hate loose change.

 

I rarely listen to mainstream music.

 

Summer is the worst season. I don't like the sun.

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CatholicsAreKewl

I have a fascination with robotic unicorns. I like putting honey on everything. Out of all the hobbies I could (should) have picked up, I decided to go with juggling (and I suhk at it). Umm, I have a hero complex. I really like playing the devil's advocate. The men in my village enjoy eating goat testicles, but I find them disgusting. I have the memory of a goldfish. 

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IcePrincessKRS

When my husband is out in the field I pile up pillows and blankets on his side of the bed so I don't feel so alone.

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brianthephysicist

I count when I go pee.

 

I don't do that, but I have an honest to goodness robot-like routine to pick which urinal/stall to go potty in.  There's a legit system of if->then statements to figure out which is the "optimal" place to go.  I don't even have to consciously think it anymore, it's automatic.

 

Every day, I get up and put on all of my clothing "accesories" lol.  Belt, shoes, chain with crucifix and medals (scapular stays on through the night), handkerchief, glasses, wallet, keys, rosary, phone, and pocket knife.  The list used to include watch and high school ring, but working in the laser lab I had to take them off every time I stepped in, so I made the decision to stop wearing them altogether.  

 

 

 

I grew up in the country. I don't especially like being in cities, but I can handle it for a day of sightseeing or the like. Because I grew up in the country I cannot sleep with lights on. Light coming in from streetlights bother me. I need absolute darkness to sleep. My kids have never had nightlights, except in the bathroom so they can find their way in at night. I get the dimmest ones I can find so the minimum amount of light comes in my room. If we stay in a hotel and the alarm clock is too bright I will cover it with a shirt or something. It takes me a really long time to fall asleep when staying in a hotel in a city because of all the traffic noise.

 

Pin worms, not ringworm. And it's a legit disgusting concern tied to thumb sucking and nail biting. I'm glad you stopped.

 

That is good to know.  

 

And I'm a little opposite on the lights.  As long as it's not flickering, I can sleep with lights on or off.  Even though it's not completely constant, I use the radio as a rough baseline for drowning out random background noises.

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Chestertonian

I literally plug my ears in between previews at movie theaters. All of the chewing and rustling of wrappers makes me want to kill someone.

 

I have "restless leg syndrome."

 

I have to have a fountain soda in the morning the way most people have to have coffee.

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I count when I go pee.

 

WHAT do you count? 

 

 

 

If you ever get above "One," I'd go see a doctor.  

 

 

 

 

But if you ever get above "One," that would make you king of the "People Are Weird. And That's Okay." thread. 

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brianthephysicist

I forgot to add that I can choose to fall asleep pretty much anywhere/anytime.

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xTrishaxLynnx

I forgot to add that I can choose to fall asleep pretty much anywhere/anytime.

That is quite a gift! Sometimes I can't even fall asleep when I'm completely exhausted...

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No wonder if feel like an outsider here. I'm not like any of you...

 

Keys in the right pocket... of my jeans... I love Dance Moms (a reality show)... I love driving in the city... I don't mind making left turns... bologna and cheese sammiches remind me of my childhood, but I haven't eaten one since then.... I'm not ticklish at all... (used to drive my chidren crazy!).... PB and J makes me gag (yet I make them every day for my kiddos)... I love being barefoot... I'm a soda addict... Hate Sanford and Son...

 

Why you pick the opposites of mine? Now that's weird.

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That is quite a gift! Sometimes I can't even fall asleep when I'm completely exhausted...

 

Like when your falling asleep while watching TV. So you decide to go to bed. Then once in bed you can't fall asleep. What's up with that.

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I absolutely hate going to get my hair cut, because I never really know what to tell them to do other than "give it a bit of a trim".  As a result, my hair can vary wildly in appearance.

 

I keep my keys on two different sets, one in each pocket.  In my left pocket is my car keys and in my right pocket is my house keys/work keys.  I have seven separate keys for work that are identical in appearance and can only be differentiated by the numbers on them.  If I accidentally put one set in the other pocket and both sets of keys are in the same pocket, I freak out because I think that I've lost my keys.

 

I am the only person without a smart phone in the two classes I teach; my students don't understand how I can survive not being connected to the internet 24/7.

 

I prepay cash for gas because I'm too paranoid to use the credit or debit at the machine and as a result, I almost never have a full tank exactly, because it's all about the guesswork.

 

I put llamas on my Final as an answer.

 

I have an office in the basement without a window.  More than once, I've taken books off my shelf, turned off the lights, shut the door, and shut off my monitor so that I can take a nap on the floor.

 

I was absolutely terrified of public speaking from 5th grade when I did poorly in a contest in school through about Senior year of undergrad.  Eventually I just stopped being afraid of it, probably because I've been doing so many conferences and teaching in front of the classroom.

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