Reasons
REASONS WHY NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD MARRY ME
...I made a list of some quarks about me. It's a bit long, but if you feel like being randomly entertained, feel free to read. I'm sure I will add things as I remember them.
All day I think of things to put on here, and they leave me whenever I go to write them down. Anyway, have fun giggling at me!
Some quirks about myself:
I’ve taken a liking to drinking anything (orange juice, milk, etc.) out of mugs at home and glass at work.
I put water in my mouth before I put the pill in.
In the shower I HAVE to do things in a certain order: shampoo my hair and rinse it, put in the conditioner, slather on the body wash (if shaving legs, that goes right after conditioner), and then rinse the hair.
I brush my teeth before and after whitening strips.
I always put the toilet seat LID down, as well.
I am a bit obsessive compulsive. The following are some examples:
-Once in a while it kicks in, and even during a movie, I will have to get up and straighten a stack of videos or something that are laying there. This is much better considering the previous years where I would have to get up and stop no matter what I’m doing, and move the furniture I’m sitting on (and the furniture I my view) an inch or so either way to “prevent it from marking the carpet”. Glad I don’t do that anymore!
-When I make tacos or tostadas or anything like that, I always have to put the ingredients on in the same order (I suppose this would qualify as OCD, as well) This also goes for hot dogs, hamburgers, salads. I also have to make everything symmetrical, yet I prefer artsy things that are asymmetrical.
- When I have a closet, frequently you will find me color-coding each section (sweaters, button ups) ala Roy G. Biv.
-I put the blankets in the same order every time I make my bed (all 12 of them)
I can’t stand Manila paper. This includes drawing paper and cheap paperbacks. It gives me EXTREME goose bumps and I shiver and get tingles for quite some time after, until the thought leaves my mind. It’s not a phobia, but I get really weirded out by it. Even now reading the word “manila” creeps me out.
I like the window open in the house and the windows open in the car on a cold and sunny winter day.
I crumple my toilet paper. There are so many folders out there, but not me.
I like white things. I’ve found I have an obsession with it almost. White candles, white flowers, white animals, white (and toned) décor, white sweets, white shirts [especially button ups].
I have never let my gas gauge go below ¼ tank, and I have a hard time letting it do so.
I always clarify myself so I don’t come across as a mean person (because we all know how vicious I am) my clarifying becomes extremely annoying, as I end up apologizing for apologizing.
I eat the middle out of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup first. I also take apart the Oreos and lick out the frosting first, then eat each half separately.
I always vigorously stir/whip my ice cream (the hand dipped kind, not soft serve) with a spoon before eating it. It just tastes better that way.
I pull the lever on the paper towel dispenser in public bathrooms 7 times, and I count in my head in rhythm while I do it. On the 8th count, I rip the paper towel from the dispenser.
I also put my deodorant on in 8 strokes under each arm (back-forth-back-forth-back-forth-back-forth), and count without word in my mind like I do when getting paper towel.
At least once a week my play list has only one song on it, and it goes on repeat for hours.
If I don’t like the handwriting on one piece of paper, beginning or end of a note, I will not scribble it out. I will start over. It used to be like watching a flip cartoon because on one piece of paper in my notebook it would say “Dea” and then the next “Dear Na” then “Dear Natalie” and on and on for about 10 pages until I liked my hand writing.
I have a hard time sleeping with pajama pants on. I walk around in them then I get in bed and rip them off. I feel suffocated with them AND the blankets. I also tend to feel overly free and walk around in my under things a lot, or just whip down or off my clothes and change without thinking that whoever is in the room may be uncomfortable.
I buy Stewart’s Ginger Beer in the glass bottle whenever I see it, just so I can belch really loud.
I like to watch celebrity shows, like news, fabulous life of, and others. For some reason I enjoy watching about how much celebrities spend, and how skinny people are. I’ll watch the shows on rerun, too. I then become temporarily obsessed with “perfection” in the worldly form and with dreaming of making lots of money. It’s really odd considering I’m not a materialistic person at ALL and would love to live in a tribal village and sleep on a mud floor for a bed, and I’m definitely no where near slender.
I call EVERYONE my age that is easy to get along with some sort of pet name at random.
I more often then not will leave only a couple of sips of something in the bottom of the jug/carton. This isn’t on purpose, but I only want a glass or I drink then refill my glass and there is only a bit left. I figure I’ll drink it in the morning, and then someone is usually already complaining at my “habit” of leaving barely anything left before I remember to drink it.
I adapt accents very quickly.
...I made a list of some quarks about me. It's a bit long, but if you feel like being randomly entertained, feel free to read. I'm sure I will add things as I remember them.
All day I think of things to put on here, and they leave me whenever I go to write them down. Anyway, have fun giggling at me!
Some quirks about myself:
I’ve taken a liking to drinking anything (orange juice, milk, etc.) out of mugs at home and glass at work.
I put water in my mouth before I put the pill in.
In the shower I HAVE to do things in a certain order: shampoo my hair and rinse it, put in the conditioner, slather on the body wash (if shaving legs, that goes right after conditioner), and then rinse the hair.
I brush my teeth before and after whitening strips.
I always put the toilet seat LID down, as well.
I am a bit obsessive compulsive. The following are some examples:
-Once in a while it kicks in, and even during a movie, I will have to get up and straighten a stack of videos or something that are laying there. This is much better considering the previous years where I would have to get up and stop no matter what I’m doing, and move the furniture I’m sitting on (and the furniture I my view) an inch or so either way to “prevent it from marking the carpet”. Glad I don’t do that anymore!
-When I make tacos or tostadas or anything like that, I always have to put the ingredients on in the same order (I suppose this would qualify as OCD, as well) This also goes for hot dogs, hamburgers, salads. I also have to make everything symmetrical, yet I prefer artsy things that are asymmetrical.
- When I have a closet, frequently you will find me color-coding each section (sweaters, button ups) ala Roy G. Biv.
-I put the blankets in the same order every time I make my bed (all 12 of them)
I can’t stand Manila paper. This includes drawing paper and cheap paperbacks. It gives me EXTREME goose bumps and I shiver and get tingles for quite some time after, until the thought leaves my mind. It’s not a phobia, but I get really weirded out by it. Even now reading the word “manila” creeps me out.
I like the window open in the house and the windows open in the car on a cold and sunny winter day.
I crumple my toilet paper. There are so many folders out there, but not me.
I like white things. I’ve found I have an obsession with it almost. White candles, white flowers, white animals, white (and toned) décor, white sweets, white shirts [especially button ups].
I have never let my gas gauge go below ¼ tank, and I have a hard time letting it do so.
I always clarify myself so I don’t come across as a mean person (because we all know how vicious I am) my clarifying becomes extremely annoying, as I end up apologizing for apologizing.
I eat the middle out of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup first. I also take apart the Oreos and lick out the frosting first, then eat each half separately.
I always vigorously stir/whip my ice cream (the hand dipped kind, not soft serve) with a spoon before eating it. It just tastes better that way.
I pull the lever on the paper towel dispenser in public bathrooms 7 times, and I count in my head in rhythm while I do it. On the 8th count, I rip the paper towel from the dispenser.
I also put my deodorant on in 8 strokes under each arm (back-forth-back-forth-back-forth-back-forth), and count without word in my mind like I do when getting paper towel.
At least once a week my play list has only one song on it, and it goes on repeat for hours.
If I don’t like the handwriting on one piece of paper, beginning or end of a note, I will not scribble it out. I will start over. It used to be like watching a flip cartoon because on one piece of paper in my notebook it would say “Dea” and then the next “Dear Na” then “Dear Natalie” and on and on for about 10 pages until I liked my hand writing.
I have a hard time sleeping with pajama pants on. I walk around in them then I get in bed and rip them off. I feel suffocated with them AND the blankets. I also tend to feel overly free and walk around in my under things a lot, or just whip down or off my clothes and change without thinking that whoever is in the room may be uncomfortable.
I buy Stewart’s Ginger Beer in the glass bottle whenever I see it, just so I can belch really loud.
I like to watch celebrity shows, like news, fabulous life of, and others. For some reason I enjoy watching about how much celebrities spend, and how skinny people are. I’ll watch the shows on rerun, too. I then become temporarily obsessed with “perfection” in the worldly form and with dreaming of making lots of money. It’s really odd considering I’m not a materialistic person at ALL and would love to live in a tribal village and sleep on a mud floor for a bed, and I’m definitely no where near slender.
I call EVERYONE my age that is easy to get along with some sort of pet name at random.
I more often then not will leave only a couple of sips of something in the bottom of the jug/carton. This isn’t on purpose, but I only want a glass or I drink then refill my glass and there is only a bit left. I figure I’ll drink it in the morning, and then someone is usually already complaining at my “habit” of leaving barely anything left before I remember to drink it.
I adapt accents very quickly.