What's your weirdest quirk?

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I often express myself by meowing.

Ooooh I like this thread =]

I love sorting things. Found a big box of buttons at work and sorted them by colour - even though it was using up time I should have been spending on other things - but I just felt so compelled to do it!

I've done the same with ribbon, beads threads and other things.

I would love to have a job sorting things - though I can get frustrated when I can't deside how to catagorise something - should it be stored here or there or do I have to start a whole new catagory for this item?! !! !

My boss- although she thinks I'm wierd - actually loves that when she wants something I can tell her exactly where to find it =]

When I'm not moving around I'm often not aware I have a body, even though I find it weird for this to be so.

There are things that other people do that I find weird and thus don't do, like wearing buttoned shirts (hasslesome, no advantage over T-shirts) and drinking while eating (most foods have plenty of moisture in them).

- I'm ambidextrous
- I can space things in my paintings just fine, but I can't space letters properly in my handwriting for some reason.
- I'm not happy when I am idle. In an ideal world I am constantly either making something, or setting something up to facilitate my making something.
- When I draw I like to touch my free hand to my face.
- I love eating new foods.
- I am scared to death (and always have been) by loud sounds, especially people suddenly talking in a loud voice... even though everyone in my family does it constantly.
- I like climbing EVERYTHING... and it makes me really sad that being an adult makes it culturally unacceptable to do so...
- Even though I took a prosopagnosia test online and scored higher in facial recognition skills than the average NT, I sometimes don't recognize close friends or even family when I meet them out-of-context... I guess it's the eye-contact thing.
- I hate seams and tags in clothing.
- I love cuddling, but hate awkward hello and goodbye hugging.
- Every now and again I wake up in a weird mood and have perfect pitch (though it never stays very long).
- When I was in high school, I solved complex math function problems without thinking about them at all (which was really funny at the time because I was sure that I had psychic powers >_<).

When i'm speaking in an unfamiliar situation (either with someone i don't know very well or on an emotional subject), i run through a list of possible replies to my line or rethink what i said. The more tense i am, the "louder" i think. Quite often this manifests in me moving my mouth after i've finished speaking, as if i were whispering.

I can't tell i am doing it, and i was not aware at all until someone in high school (!) teased me about it. I then asked my family and friends and they confirmed it, they thought i was just "eccentric", and had never mentioned it. It is very strange to know i have no direct awareness or control, and it still happens to this day.

I wear the same brand and size of black plants and white t-shirts everyday.
I eat a pretzel on Mondays.
I have 2 brands of socks. 1 brand I wear before I shower and 1 after.

I also hate the sight or sound of somebody brushing their teeth.

Hmmmmm..........

If I use an utensil and it touches food, I rinse it off completely before using it again on the same item.

My toes have to be pressing up against something at all times.

It takes me 3 times as long to write a paper because I always have to go back and fix mispelled words as soon as I notice them.

I sniff my kids.

If I am outside and it's extremely cold out, I get this feeling of dread and feel as if I have no where to go, like I'm homeless. It's hard to explain.

One of the most exciting things for me is sneezing. It feels euphoric.

I almost always sit indian style, doesn't matter where I'm at. If I am somewhere where all the seats are taken, I will sit against a wall, indian style.

I am very had to embarrass.

I know why I'm interested in the things I'm interested in, except one thing. I adore lighthouses, have visited lighthouses and still don't know why they interest me so much.

No one does my laundry or dishes. It might get ugly.

The television in my living room usually has The Weather Channel on (volume pretty low). This has been going on for a long time.

I cuss A LOT!! ! Last week I got a scolding at my kids' pediatrician's office. It just comes out.

Getting sudden and random amusing images and thoughts in my head, which cause me to start laughing for no apparent reason, lol.

-I do not eat meat with bones in it
-I do not take showers unless I am incredibly dirty, baths only
-I dress and fix my hair based on how it feels rather than how it looks
-I hate my feet to touch the floor if I am sitting down, especially in a vehicle
-I do not like my foods to touch on my plate
-I get really upset when my children will not stop giggling
-I hate the noises that video games make
-I surf the web with my computer speakers off and only turn them on if I specifically want to listen to something and then turn them right back off
-I talk to my cat a lot like he is human and/or understands english
-I find it hard to function in cold weather
-I read everything (instructions, pamphlets, pretty much anything)

I do the sleep talking thing and sometime i sleep walk. One time when i was in my 20's i woke up outside my apt with the key in hand. It is a good think i sleep in PJs.
I startle really easy. It took a good bit of time for me not to react by hitting whatever has startled me.
I think the one thing that bugs me the most is that my brain is constantly organizing or analyzing things. Sometimes i even organize things in my sleep. My doc gives me trazadone to help me sleep and quiet the mind.

i really didn't expect to find anything i do in a thread such as this, but actually quite a few of them are. that's interesting.
i've gotten used to myself by this point in my life, so it's hard to pick out specific things unless someone (like my wife) picks up on them.
let's see. i don't drive on the freeway. (but i will the interstate--in a city this size that means driving 10 miles to the edge of town & then finding an onramp.)
my sack lunch has slowly evolved but it's not that different from when i first started doing that, in 1986 i guess it was. enough crunchy & chewy things that it takes me 30 minutes to eat it. i always read while i eat, with my shoes off if this is possible.
i always carry two folded sheets of paper in my shirt pocket & 3 pens in different colors, so i can note down any thoughts i have worth preserving. i alternate colors, & when i cross something off (since this includes practical lists as well) i use a contrasting color. i used to have a system whereby i transferred these when they got full, to a categorized set of notebooks. i don't have time for that anymore, but i do keep the old notesheets with a faint hope of going back & catching up someday.
my fashion defiance has gone so far as to include socks with sandals & wearing contrasting plaids. (these effects i actually like.) i don't remember when i started fixing my own clothes when they got holes in them. sometimes i just use 2 or 3 safety pins, instead of sewing it.
for a long time i wore a black wool cape in cold weather. i still have it.
i read several books at once. for example, at work i read 30 minutes of one book, then 30 minutes of another. at home i alternate, but with a little more leeway. i try to be reading 2 contrasting eras, or subjects, or styles. once during my college days i remember i was reading Plato & Mein Kampf at the same time.
i like to make synthesizer music while in a semitrance state; also drumming, though neither one of these resembles ordinary music very closely. i've never been able to play in a real band, though, because i never do things the same way twice.
sometimes in my poetry i will use madeup words, or words of phrases from several languages, or no syntax English--not to be confusing but because this is the only way i know how to follow what my thought becomes.
i collect esoteric symbols & scraps of religions, ktp, not for what they mean but what they suggest to me. it's kind of like a magpie mythology, without stories or characters, & everything i create has a part in it, as well as everything significant that has happened to me.
(oh well, that part is just like any other artist isn't it?)
when i was young, in idleness i used to be constantly drawing with my eyes, tracing out shapes, arbitrary though they were. later i became more verbal, & i think there is an analogous verbal activity constantly going on--all apart from my actual thoughts & perceptions--like a subterranean current i can draw on at will.
what interests me is like sticking your hand out a car window at speed, feeling the air like a liquid. that's what i write about. interacting with that current.