Jeanne said I had to.
Ground rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "Five Weird Habits of Yourself" and the people who get tagged need to then write an LJ entry about their five quirky little habits as well as state the rules of this game clearly. In the end, you need to list the next five people who you want to tag.
1. Whenever I enter a room-- well, maybe not "whenever," but "often when"-- I pause in the doorway to see who-all is there. I'm not sure why I do this, and never realized that I did until a little while ago, when some classmates let me know that it looked like I was "posing in the doorway" or "making a dramatic entrance." Not much in the way of survival habits; if there were actually a need for me to know the exact layout and population of a room before entering it, I suspect that pausing in full sight just inside the doorway would be a quick way to make it not matter anymore
2. I have to have water with me at all times. If I don't have an almost-full bottle or drinking glass within easy reach, and/or a quick, convenient way to refill it, I start to get nervous.
3. I've developed these weird, weird little habits surrounding my car, thanks to kurtskitten insisting that I kiss my fingertips and touch the ceiling in my car whenever I ran through yellow light. When I start the engine, now, there's a set of finger-taps and dashboard kisses that go with it for luck, and I don't feel right driving off if I haven't at least brush-kissed the ceiling once. I do something similar when I get out of the car-- that's why I always pause for just a second before leaving it, by the way.
4. I'm quite superstitious. I throw pinches of spilled salt over my left shoulder. I knock on wood to avert bad luck and "help" things come true. I never, ever open an umbrella inside, and I stay well away from open ladders (having almost accidentally walked underneath one once). I think my brain must have latched onto these things as some kind of a psychological luxury, because I'm not paranoid about broken mirrors and I like black cats rather a lot (though my allergic reactions to Kira suggest that my immune system feels otherwise.) It's not that I actually think something's going to happen if I don't do one of these things. It's more that I feel like if there's anything I can do to make bad things less likely to happen to me and mine, I'd be kind of stupid not to do it.
5. I have a habit of repeatedly polishing my glasses on my shirttail in hopes of seeing through them more clearly. I have no doubt I occasionally wipe away actual specks of dust, but for the most I'm reacting to clouds of tiny scratches across the lenses, left by six years of wear-and-tear and this summer's car accident. Really, I do need to just switch back to contacts, I think, or at least get some new glasses.
More victims:
cesario
bread_whore
kurtskitten
liz1065
thiscouldbehell
1. Whenever I enter a room-- well, maybe not "whenever," but "often when"-- I pause in the doorway to see who-all is there. I'm not sure why I do this, and never realized that I did until a little while ago, when some classmates let me know that it looked like I was "posing in the doorway" or "making a dramatic entrance." Not much in the way of survival habits; if there were actually a need for me to know the exact layout and population of a room before entering it, I suspect that pausing in full sight just inside the doorway would be a quick way to make it not matter anymore
2. I have to have water with me at all times. If I don't have an almost-full bottle or drinking glass within easy reach, and/or a quick, convenient way to refill it, I start to get nervous.
3. I've developed these weird, weird little habits surrounding my car, thanks to kurtskitten insisting that I kiss my fingertips and touch the ceiling in my car whenever I ran through yellow light. When I start the engine, now, there's a set of finger-taps and dashboard kisses that go with it for luck, and I don't feel right driving off if I haven't at least brush-kissed the ceiling once. I do something similar when I get out of the car-- that's why I always pause for just a second before leaving it, by the way.
4. I'm quite superstitious. I throw pinches of spilled salt over my left shoulder. I knock on wood to avert bad luck and "help" things come true. I never, ever open an umbrella inside, and I stay well away from open ladders (having almost accidentally walked underneath one once). I think my brain must have latched onto these things as some kind of a psychological luxury, because I'm not paranoid about broken mirrors and I like black cats rather a lot (though my allergic reactions to Kira suggest that my immune system feels otherwise.) It's not that I actually think something's going to happen if I don't do one of these things. It's more that I feel like if there's anything I can do to make bad things less likely to happen to me and mine, I'd be kind of stupid not to do it.
5. I have a habit of repeatedly polishing my glasses on my shirttail in hopes of seeing through them more clearly. I have no doubt I occasionally wipe away actual specks of dust, but for the most I'm reacting to clouds of tiny scratches across the lenses, left by six years of wear-and-tear and this summer's car accident. Really, I do need to just switch back to contacts, I think, or at least get some new glasses.
More victims:
cesario
bread_whore
kurtskitten
liz1065
thiscouldbehell