Bizarre habits

My thread so I can go off topic... in response to supremepandarghcub best thing you've found in your flat after a night out?

I brought home a patio door once. And my two housemates each brought back one of the walls. We just needed a roof.

Someone had been building one up in their front garden so at 4 in the morning it seemed a clever idea to pinch it and walk about 5 miles home carrying the bloody thing.

Naturally guilt set in and as the horror dawned on us when we got up the next day we set about returning it and as a means of apologising helped him build it up. Order restored in the world we went about our business.

While living with some friends about ten years ago I woke up one morning with the following in our flat after a night out:
1 traffic cone
1 set of lights from a small fairground ride
1 beer barrell
and a road sign for St Keverne Road. ( I can only assume its because my flatmate was called kevin and he took a fancy to it)

Falling off my bike - I know I can balance, it's just sometimes I seem to fall off, at very low speed. I don't know why it happens, it just does.

^ this too. 3 times now all at low speed. I blamed the spd's natch

LoL.... me 2..... bit too floaty, have to kick my ankle out half way to France :-)

Other bad habits include knowing stuff like this, and not doing anything about it knowing full well what's going to hap.......

*** crash ***
*** thump ***

*** " F U C K " ***

*** "Sorry, yes, I'm fine, no damage done, it's just my feet didn't unclip, no really I'm fine, yes, it's only a little bit of blood, no no no need for an ambulance, happens all the time... " ****

While living with some friends about ten years ago I woke up one morning with the following in our flat after a night out:
1 traffic cone
1 set of lights from a small fairground ride
1 beer barrell
and a road sign for St Keverne Road. ( I can only assume its because my flatmate was called kevin and he took a fancy to it)

How is that a bizarre habit, that's standard student behaviour (although the street sign may bear a different name)?!

every time I get off the sofa I pretend I'm pulling myself up with an invisible bar (or winch, or rope)

I like to iron my shoe laces. Girlfriend finds it bizarre but I see no harm.

I like to iron my shoe laces. Girlfriend finds it bizarre but I see no harm.

what else do you iron?

While living with some friends about ten years ago I woke up one morning with the following in our flat after a night out:
1 traffic cone
1 set of lights from a small fairground ride
1 beer barrell
and a road sign for St Keverne Road. ( I can only assume its because my flatmate was called kevin and he took a fancy to it)

Pah can beat that, a friends birthday, woke up to find several bags of builders sand, several short scafolding poles (very handy to loosen things) several road cones and diversion signs including flashing lights and a random aussie bird. These items no one could remember collecting as we ended the night in a posh restaurant.

I count repetitive things I do - like slicing, stirring etc.

If I walk on big crack on the pavement with my right foot, I have to walk on the same crack, but inverted, on my left foot, so they feel the same.
Drives me mental.

Things like switches do my head in, light switches especially. When I turn them off I have to do a kind of double take and make sure the 'off' part of the rocker sits flush with the faceplate.

Levels on TV sets (the volume, etc) must always be an even number, or in multiples of 5.

Volume at '17'? No chance!

I do the same with the volume levels. Even if my brother moans it's too loud It aint going on 17

I'm always convinced the "balance" knob on my amplifier is never perfectly sat in the mid-point click.

i check things,

mostly: phone, wallet and keys.

like i'll put my keys in my bag and 10 seconds later i'll check they are still there.

I'm a compulsive hider.

It was worse when I was living with people. I once took apart an oven and hid inside it. Emptying contents of fridge freezer, hiding inside = regular occurrence. Under mattresses, in cupboards, under piles of clothes, behind doors, clothes horses, desks, I ruined a perfectly good couch.

Now that I've moved into a place on my own I find it difficult to achieve the same effect. I can hide, but there is less bang for your buck when no one walks past.

My flatmates took it in relatively good humour, my girlfriend is less impressed when I hide in a shadow and jump out at her.

I imagine one day I'll just stop.

The 3x table... I'll happily count away past 1000 in mutiples of 3 when I'm tackling a problem...

I used to watch TV and count the syllables uttered by whoever was talking on my hands... If a natural pause (adverts/new scene etc) occurred when I finished on 5 or 10 I'd be happy, anything else and I'd have to keep going 'til it did... Over it now...

I came in here to post something and I forgot :/

The 3x table... I'll happily count away past 1000 in mutiples of 3 when I'm tackling a problem...

I used to watch TV and count the syllables uttered by whoever was talking on my hands... If a natural pause (adverts/new scene etc) occurred when I finished on 5 or 10 I'd be happy, anything else and I'd have to keep going 'til it did... Over it now...

wow, that is really freaky.
i used to compulsively count the sides of things. anything, blinds, people's faces. it's awful. i watched a programme on people who are trapped by counting blinds and tiles etc and it scared the shit out of me, so i made a conscious effort to stop. i still sometimes catch myself doing it.
doesn't really compare to syllables tho! freak...

Street lights turn off when I walk past them them occasionally. I have Googled this and apparently this is quite a common phenomena. Not really a habit of mine it's the lights that have issues.....

I read peoples posts with their voices in my head... particularly people with weirdy accents

i read everyone's post in Dale's voice

If I walk on big crack on the pavement with my right foot, I have to walk on the same crack, but inverted, on my left foot, so they feel the same.
Drives me mental.

Oh, fuck. Someone else who does this.

I also have a left-first-then-right compulsion whilst dressing. Left sock then right sock but socks absolutely must be complete before shoes.

Oh, and if there's any exposed timber within reach I have to touch it.