In continuation of yesterday’s post, these habits are not food related but equally as disturbing.
Gum or anything resembling gum makes my physically nauseous. I can’t stand chewing the stuff and even worse, I can’t stand to see the stuff after it’s been chewed.
I have no idea where this affinity came from, my mom was a huge gum chewer when I was growing up and I even chewed it myself. At some point in my life I just woke up one morning and decided it was gross. I’m telling you all right now that if we ever go anywhere and you take your gum out of your mouth and place it on the lid of your cup or on your plate, do not be surprised if you have a little extra flavor added to your dinner because there WILL be vomit involved.
I will always pick up a magazine and read it from the last page to the first. A lot of times when I am proofreading something I will start with the last paragraph and work my way up. This is actually a trick that a professor taught me in college. It’s actually easier to spot mistakes if you read things in reverse because the way our brains work, we “predict” the rest of a sentence when we are reading something normally because we see a sentence as a picture and can process all the information at once. If you read something in reverse it’s not quite as easy to do that and you are much more likely to catch mistakes, try it sometime, you never know what you might discover!
I dub thee “Sir Frank”
I name eveything. Every single car I’ve ever owned has had a name and to this day, I can still name each of them. Don’t believe me? Well here you go:
- 1994 White Chevrolet Camaro “Snow” (I had this one before I turned 16 and it blew up the first time we took it out, I’ve had a slight hatred for Chevrolet ever since)
- 1994 Green Ford Tempo “Baby”
- 1997 Tan Ford Escort “Trigger”
- 2000 Blue Ford Mustang “Thunder” (technically my mom’s car as she traded her mini van in for it but she later gave it to me)
- 2002 Blue Ford Escort ZX2 “Ice”
- 1994 White Mazda Protégé “Minxi” (Best car I ever had!)
- 2005 White KIA Spectra “Cupid” (because I bought it on Valentines Day, alternatively the WORST car I’ve ever had)
- 2007 Red Suzuki Reno “Suzie” (for Suzie Suzuki, this is my current car, you know, the one with the bad windshield wiper)
I can’t stand that my boyfriend refuses to name his cars. Therefore I’ve taken the liberty of naming them for him however, due to the fact that I don’t want to completely offend him, I’ve been as un-creative as possible. I’ve given them extremely simple names, his white car is “Whitey” and the black car is “Blackie”. I don’t think he has accepted that these are their names and just ignores me when I say it because it’s just not worth it to argue with me, I will refer to them as Whitey and Blackie no matter how much he argues.
Anyways, the naming thing goes well beyond cars. I am a stuffed animal fanatic mainly because of another obsession I have (I’m addicted to claw machines). Each of them has a name and for the most part, I can tell you all of the names pretty quickly.
I also give people nicknames. For whatever reason, I have trouble sometimes calling people by their real name. I have no clue why this is. I called my mother “Sparky” for a good year and a half; I have no clue where it came from and why I grew a sudden repulsion to simply calling her “mom”. I even have weird names for people in my phone. When my mom is calling, my caller ID tells me that “The Mothership” is calling and when my boyfriend calls it’s “The Boy”.
Shoes? Who needs ‘Em?
If I could have it my way, I would never wear shoes of any kind. In fact, I don’t even want socks. I could easily go barefoot for the rest of my life and never think twice about it. I get this from my father. He used to go everywhere barefoot, so much so that his feet grew such thick calluses that he could walk through a briar patch and never feel anything.
I try not to go to this extreme since I am a girl, though admittedly, not a “girly” girl. I usually reserve my bare footedness to just around the house and at the office, basically anywhere that is carpeted. I also try to respect the people I’m with. I would be more than happy to tear my socks and shoes off my feet in the middle of Olive Garden but I understand that most people might view this as unsanitary (I don’t know why, I regularly walk through a pasture of horse poo, they would probably rather me take my shoes off) so I try to respect that and keep my tootsies covered.
I’ll just keep my dry skin…thanks!
When I was little, I was absolutely a “tom boy”. I played with Ninja Turtles, GI Joe, and Legos and I loved playing outside. I would, however, become insanely upset if my hands got dirty or even worse, sticky.
I’m not as bad about it anymore but I can not stand to use lotion for this reason. I hate the way it feels on my hands. It’s greasy and no matter how much you wipe your hands, the residue just doesn’t seem to go away. It’s quite tragic actually because I have really dry skin on my legs and lotion feels good to them, I just don’t do it nearly as much as I should and will only use it if I have a rag or something that I can apply the lotion to first. Otherwise, I have just learned to deal with dry skin.
Have your people call my people and I’ll text you back….maybe
You will never, ever, ever hear me claim to be a good communicator or to have good social skills because I’m just not good at those things and I refuse to trick myself into believing it. It may be hard to believe from the length of my posts but I’m a pretty quiet, shy person and I rarely have much to say. I think that’ why I took to writing so easily. It’s not that I don’t have an opinion or lack of will to express myself; I just choose to do those things a little quieter.
In grade school, my teachers actually convinced my parents to have me tested because I just wouldn’t talk. They thought there was something wrong with me mentally that was blocking me from having language skills. It bothered me that they thought I was off in the head; I knew it had nothing to do with my mental abilities and more with my lack of social desire. I’ve never been a talker and I honestly see nothing wrong with that, I think the world might be a little better if some people did less talking and more listening.
Anyways, my lack of desire to talk leads into issues with communication. Namely, I do NOT like to talk on the phone. I will text all day long but something about the actual action of speaking to someone on the phone for more than about 2 minutes just drives me up a wall.
Honestly, this little quirk of mine doesn’t bother me, what does bother me is other people’s inability to understand this. People tend to take it personally that I will not call them or I often ignore phone calls only to return it later with a text message. I understand that this makes me seem impersonal and it may be aggravating to some people but I’m just not going to change. I hope that those I know can learn to respect that part of me and try to understand that this is who I am.
Additionally, I will not check voicemail. I really don’t know why this is. I’ve even gone to the extent to download a voicemail forwarding app on my phone. I love this app because it sends voicemail directly to a third party and I never even get notification that I have a message. I know this might be an issue if there is ever an emergency but I guess it’s one of those things that I will just have to deal with when that day comes. Oh, and don’t ever try to call me from an unknown number and expect me to answer, it ain’t happening!
I guess that’s really all I can think of for now, I know more will come up later but until then…Please don’t leave and start calling me a psycho!