Quirks

We all have them - those little personality quirks that make us interesting. Here are some of mine:

I like my books and CDs ordered according to genre. For books of a particular author, it's hardbacks first in order of publication, followed by paperbacks in order of publication. CDs are the same and if I can get a nice flow between groupings - all the better. For example in my CD rack I might have soundtracks all together. The last CD will be Clannad's The Angel and the Soldier Boy. Next will be Clannad, then Maire Brennan (sings with Clannad) then my Christian music which will always end with The Lads (NZ group) and then NZ artists. Get the picture? Then each artist is arranged by date of release.

If I'm eating out anywhere where the table hasn't been set, I will not put my cutlery on the table. It stays on my plate.

I cannot eat in front of people that aren't close family if no one else is eating.

I like to sit with my back to a wall/window etc rather than to the middle of a room.

I play with my hair.

I can not eat anything that's been in someone else's mouth and I can not understand how mothers can finish off things that their children don't like.

This is more of a habit but I bite my finger nails.

I hate crooked paintings. I used to walk around the ward at work and straighten them all up.

I tend to eat my vegetables first and then my meat. If I have anything that comes with salad it's the salad first.

I cannot eat meat if I think it's even faintly pink.

I prefer to have my bed directly facing the door ( feng shui coffin position as my mother's told me) and my head at a window. I don't like lying under windows or to have my head near a door. It makes me feel upside down.

I'm compulsively early.

I will not walk into a restaurant alone. Small cafes are no trouble, but if I'm meeting people I hang around outside until someone else arrives.

I prefer to sit on the aisle at the cinema.

I hate using other people's toilets.

I always double and triple check that I have my door key before I leave home.

I cannot stand dripping taps or banging doors.

I don't hang my underwear out in public view.

I always prefer to sit in the left hand side of a car when in the back seat.

I always twist the stalk of an apple counting out the letters of the alphabet until it comes out. Apparently, the letter you get up to is the first letter of the guy you end up with. I still can't help myself even though I don't believe it.

I cannot bring myself to squash bugs and spiders, although I will spray them to death. I have to be sure that the spider is well and truly dead before I can relax.

I hate listening to noisy breathers.

I fidget. If I'm sitting at a desk I'll play with my pen or anything that's handy. I'm also a pen clicker.

I pace when nervous or else tap my fingers. The faster my fingers are going, the more anxious I am.

I hate seeing miss spelled words.

I play with my earlobes.

I have to turn off the wall switches of power points when the appliance they're plugged into isn't in use.

If I get up in the middle of the night I never look into mirrors or out windows. I prefer all curtains closed, even if the room isn't in use.

I don't like gas. I will only use electricity for heating and cooking.

When I buy a newspaper I never read it word for word but skim the headlines.

When buying magazines and newspapers I'll never buy the front or top copy. When buying unsealed items such as deoderant I chose one that's near the back of the shelf.

I hate telephones. Unfortunately they're a necessary evil.

I cannot read magazines while waiting to see the doctor or dentist. I prefer to read stuff on the walls.


I think that's enough for now. *G*