Seven Quirks of Moderately Effective People (meme)
Tagged an eon ago by abracax . I bring you the Meme O'Quirks....
A. List SEVEN habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag SEVEN people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.
I have more quirks than I normally care to examine, much less expound upon. But here goes.
1. Right angles. Everything should be placed at right angles. Or at the very least things should be centered or balanced. Unevenness makes me twitch.
2. I have issues with some noises. Eating noises drive me mad; chewing, swallowing, slurping, gulping. Other noises like #1 son's ability to drink a lot of water and actually swish when he moves. This absolutely squicks me out. Luckily most of the gross noises boys love don't bother me in the slightest. I applaud their attempts to burp the alphabet.
3. When I was young, my mother convinced me that medicine could not possibly do you any good unless it tasted terrible. I still have problems believing flavored medications are efficacious.
4. I am superstitious. This I find very odd given my scientific training and background. But I am. I believe bad things happen in threes, and that you can tempt fate, and that Friday the 13th is the most unlucky day ever.
5. For a very long time, I would eat only one food on my plate at a time, and actively disliked it when different foods touched. I line up french fries by length, and cut pancakes into precisely equal squares (except the rounded bits of course). I do this unconsciously. When my friends and I played the 'Which character on Friends are you? game' I was always Monica.
6. I am extremely afraid of snakes, which go by the name 'legless animals' in my house. Once, while walking in the woods behind my childhood house, I came up on a black snake and teleported. At least I have no memory of getting back to my front step. When we had a very small king snake invade our current house, I seriously considered selling up and moving. R trapped it in a bucket, using a pair of kitchen tongs. He handed me the tongs, and I dropped them, unable to touch them because they had just been in contact with a snake. This is completely irrational and I have tried to desensitize myself repeatedly at petting zoos and the like, but have given up. I just hate them.
7. I glory in my perverse refusal to tag people with memes.
A. List SEVEN habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag SEVEN people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.
I have more quirks than I normally care to examine, much less expound upon. But here goes.
1. Right angles. Everything should be placed at right angles. Or at the very least things should be centered or balanced. Unevenness makes me twitch.
2. I have issues with some noises. Eating noises drive me mad; chewing, swallowing, slurping, gulping. Other noises like #1 son's ability to drink a lot of water and actually swish when he moves. This absolutely squicks me out. Luckily most of the gross noises boys love don't bother me in the slightest. I applaud their attempts to burp the alphabet.
3. When I was young, my mother convinced me that medicine could not possibly do you any good unless it tasted terrible. I still have problems believing flavored medications are efficacious.
4. I am superstitious. This I find very odd given my scientific training and background. But I am. I believe bad things happen in threes, and that you can tempt fate, and that Friday the 13th is the most unlucky day ever.
5. For a very long time, I would eat only one food on my plate at a time, and actively disliked it when different foods touched. I line up french fries by length, and cut pancakes into precisely equal squares (except the rounded bits of course). I do this unconsciously. When my friends and I played the 'Which character on Friends are you? game' I was always Monica.
6. I am extremely afraid of snakes, which go by the name 'legless animals' in my house. Once, while walking in the woods behind my childhood house, I came up on a black snake and teleported. At least I have no memory of getting back to my front step. When we had a very small king snake invade our current house, I seriously considered selling up and moving. R trapped it in a bucket, using a pair of kitchen tongs. He handed me the tongs, and I dropped them, unable to touch them because they had just been in contact with a snake. This is completely irrational and I have tried to desensitize myself repeatedly at petting zoos and the like, but have given up. I just hate them.
7. I glory in my perverse refusal to tag people with memes.