People Are Weird. And That's Okay.

[MarysLittleFlower]

"One day I'll remember why this is here..."

 

 

 

I have a very poor sense of smell.  It's so poor that I get excited when I actually do smell something, even if it's a bad smell like trash or a skunk.  

I also have a relatively poor sense of smell

 

I talk to myself, eat peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches, enjoy my mac & cheese with applesauce on top, and would really like to try fish fingers and custard.

 

Despite all that, I must say: some of the things in the OP's weirdness comic are not weird so much as immoral...

^I felt similarly, about your last point 

 

(never tried a peanut butter/bacon/banana sandwich though)

 

I enjoy filling out forms. :woot:

me too! except taxes...(confusing)

[MarysLittleFlower]

That sounds like an amesome idea, might use it! :)

 

 

 

 

On my car keys I have:

Key to my dad's Civic.

Key to open the door to my car.

Key to turn car on.

Giant Eagle key fob.

Christmas pewter keychain with the Star of Bethlehem.

 

On my house keys I have:

Apartment Key

Apartment Mailbox Key

Mystery Key

Master Lock key

Basement Key

House Key to bottom half of duplex

House Key to top half of duplex

Key to the Fish Bowl (study area)

Key to my study carrel

Key to my classroom

Key to the building I work in

Key to the main office area/conference room/mail room.

Key to office of prof I used to work in

Key to my office

 

wow.... how do they fit? :P 

 

I think I'm the opposite... I only have the house keys

Today at work, I poked myself in the eye with a plant. :|

ouch :(

[jeffboom]

Not to someone that does not know squat about baseball.

 

Like me? I'm not too good with numbers either. 

[BG45]

 

:console:

Thanks, it was funny the other day.  I reached into my pocket and there was no set of keys.  I began to panic about misplacing them (I lose the keys to the offices and such, I pay for the new locks, ditto with my apartment)...they were in my other pocket with my car keys LOL.

 

wow.... how do they fit? :P

 

I think I'm the opposite... I only have the house keys

 

 

The car keys, easily.  The house/work/apt. keys by almost totally filling up the ring 360 degrees :P  

 

There's nothing wrong with just house keys, it sure weighs less!

[IcePrincessKRS]

What if I said I drive by one all the time, but I never stop in? :|

 

Next time you need a bottle of wine you should go in.

 

Trader Joe's is all frozen stuff. 

 

Not in the wine aisle.

[CatholicsAreKewl]

Next time you need a bottle of wine you should go in.

 

 

Not in the wine aisle.

I believe you misquoted Jeff...

I actually like their frozen food. 

[PhuturePriest]

I count when I go pee.

 

This is weird? I do it all the time when I have to go really badly, because I'm curious how long I'll go. I think my record is between forty seconds and a minute.

[PhuturePriest]

 

You MUST tell me what movie this is... It's driving me nuts because I know I've seen it but can't remember the name...

 

Other reasons I'm weird:

 

I always spell "Priest" with a capital 'P', even when I'm technically not supposed to.

 

I don't like food. There is some food I kind of enjoy, but I don't understand how people can get so crazy over food. I hate the taste of most food, and I just can't understand it.

 

With the above reason in mind, I barely eat. Asking me to eat until I'm full is the biggest penance you could possibly ask of me. I ate at Red Lobster today with my family for Mother's Day (It's a day early, but we were in town today, so...), and it was expensive, so I decided to eat all that I possibly could. That was at around two-thirty, and I haven't eaten anything since. I'm deeply regretting doing this...

 

I absolutely abhor the feeling of newspapers. I just hate the paper and the smell of the paper with a passion, since the smell gives me a headache.

 

I don't care if you can't believe it's not butter or not, because I hate all butter and butter-like products. I also hate cheese, mustard, mayonnaise, and roast.

 

I hate abbreviations. A lot. I particularly hate it when people say "mayo" instead of "mayonnaise". It was really painful just typing that.

 

I don't like sitting down, and I like standing whenever I can. 

 

I eat fast. Not super fast, but fast enough that I'm always the first one done (But you must remember I don't eat much as well). With this weird thing and the one above combined, I usually stand around the table waiting for everyone else to get done. I'm not being impatient, I just don't like sitting. Plus, I'm pretty sure standing helps you digest food, anyway.

 

When I was six, my sister and I planned to get married. When we realized this wouldn't work out, we decided that if neither of us got married one day, we would live in a house together and be crazy old cat people. She also agreed to my plea of getting a lion/tiger (I wasn't certain on which one).

 

I used to think my "type" in a girl was a blonde girl. Every crush I have ever had has always had brown hair.

 

My mind races all the time. I'm always imagining or thinking of something, which impedes my abilities to do stuff. My best thinking times are when I'm taking a shower or when I'm lying in bed. I imagine future conversations and experiences I'll have with people (Such as Kate), I imagine what my life would be like if I were married to this person or that person, what would happen to me if my family died in a car crash, what would happen if I or a friend were in a terrible car crash, what will happen at this or that future event, and all the ridiculously unlikely scenarios that could happen at it, the list is pretty much unending.

[Nihil Obstat]

(That was from The Incredibles.)

[PhuturePriest]

(That was from The Incredibles.)

 

Thank you for relieving me of that. It was going to haunt me all throughout the night and tomorrow...

[brianthephysicist]

For patriotic reasons, I refused to fill out my census until a guy with a clipboard came to my door. That's the only exception, though.
 

 

 

I have never heard of this before.  Could you elaborate?

 

 

[LittleWaySoul]

I hate bristles like this:

 

Even imagining them scrubbing against something gives me goosebumps and shivers.

 

However, the one time I can pretty well tolerate them is while brushing my teeth. I've trained myself not to think about what's going on inside my mouth when I do that so that I don't freak out every time I have to brush my teeth.

 

I really like to sit or lay down. I don't like standing. I will sit on the ground if there's nowhere "normal" to sit, and I'm perfectly fine with that.

 

I actually really enjoy my job at Wendy's so far.

 

I like anime and manga.

 

I'm a double major in Philosophy and Theology, with a minor (potential triple major?) in French.

 

I like my current avatar because Rapunzel's hair looks kinda like mine in it and she looks blissfully happy with Pascal.

 

I love cute little reptiles like frogs, hence my love of Pascal :smlie3:

 

I used to be addicted to reading. I'm trying to regain my addiction.

 

I don't have a confirmation saint.

I was confirmed at the age of 5, and received my first communion at the same time.

 

This year was the 13th anniversary of my first communion and confirmation.

 

I don't know what I want to do with my life, but when people ask, I tell them I'm going to be a college professor to get them to stop asking.

[ToJesusMyHeart]

I'm afraid of the dark.

 

To combat my fear of the dark, I sleep with my 8 inch tall crucifix clutched to my chest.

 

Even if it's 80+ degrees in the house, I have to sleep with some kind of blanket covering my legs. 

 

I shave my legs once every 4-6 months and wear long skirts so nobody knows.

 

Cleaning my room pisses me off.

 

I'll choose the TLM over the ordinary form any day.

 

I can't eat grapes out of a plastic bag, only out of the containers.

 

If bananas have brown spots on them, I won't eat them. (Green is best...mmmm!)

 

If I don't brush my teeth before going to bed I wake up and feel like a failure.

 

Eating breakfast is annoying for me.

 

The first thing I do when I get home is find my pets and snuggle with them.

 

The next thing I do is go straight to my room and put on pajamas no matter what time of day.

 

In high school I developed a dependency on chapstick.

 

I need to touch the same picture of Jesus every night before I can fall asleep (Divine mercy).

 

I have to double or triple check that all doors are locked.

 

Going to spiritual direction stresses me out and gives me anxiety but I'm always happier after I go.

 

When I'm ticked off at Jesus I stick my tongue out at Him and frown during Adoration.

 

I can never finish doing laundry. It always ends up half-way done with some still sitting in the dryer to be folded.

 

My pinkie toes are deformed a little bit.

 

[Dr. Bombay]

Weird.

[Not The Philosopher]

Weird.

 

Are you really a doctor, Bombay? I've had my suspicions ever since you randomly showed up on an internet forum I occasionally post on.