What's your weirdest quirk?

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My family wasn't always middle class, and coming up poor, i'd entertain myself with a half-filled lego box my mom bought from some thrift store for christmas. My brothers would build guns or houses or boats but would loose interest in their creations engage in more "active" play.

After they'd all run off, I remembered I'd set all the lego pieces like a fleet of 15 battle ships(similar to the arrangement on Star Wars with an imperial or mother ship at the center) with 3 or 4 different fleets represented by their own color lego piece. I would spend hours simulating full-blown battles from beginning to end, and it would follow a narrative similar to star wars. For some reason, as I'd "clash" two or more opposing sides, the tension of having one side being too powerful and winning for too long never sat well with me so I'd always flip the story to help out the under dog. There would be love, heartbreak, politics, negotiations, alliances formed, betrayal, and thinking back on it now, it was pretty intense concepts for a 6 year old, or at least compared to the other kids I knew growing up.(I don't remember very much before the age of 6, and what I do remember, I'd prefer to forget.)

In the end... no one was ever fully defeated lol. For one, I had involved myself emotionally and invested in the characters I had developed (living on these lego pieces) that I couldn't ever see them die. it was an on-going battle that I'd resume later in the day or the next day. Much better then playing with another kid and accidentally hurting them or be made fun of. This was between the age of 6 and 9, or maybe 11. I never really lost interest in it, I guess just found new more intellectually engaging pursuits.

I sort mms in color before eating them.(there are six colors usually).then I sort them in fives and fours etc etc until just one is left. I eat the one and then the twos then the threes...etc. Then I reach the sixes. I leave one set of six and devour the rest In the order of red orange yellow green blue brown. The set of six that is left after all this craziness is then saved for future use(?)
"Jamie, for goodness's sake JUST EAT THEM!" my friends say.
Same thing with skittles and smarties

I also sort my candies based on color and flavor.

I only eat one type of food at a time, so if I have mashed potatoes, turkey, and beans, I must eat all the potatoes first, then turkey, then beans, there must never be foods mixed together.

Salad must be eaten first because it's gross. I don't like the taste of it so I have to cover it up with whatever comes after.

I am afraid of those 1960's hearse style ambulances. I can't watch anything that their in or hear their sirens or I'll freak out.

I hate people in my space or touching my things.

I'm afraid of large ships, especially if the hull is rusty. When I used to go boating, I would always go on the opposite side of the boat when we went past a cargo ship because they freak me out. I do OK when I actually get on a ship, but I don't like actually going on board the ship. I'm fine when I get on a cruise ship, but I don't like to go on or off, I have to run so I don't see how thin the steel hull is.

I don't like most people talking to me before any type of exam or hockey game. I only have a select few that can talk to me, if you're not one of them, you get tuned out by my ipod.

I hate doing the dishes because I hate the slimy feeling of leftover food. I also don't generally eat leftovers because I find them gross.

As a child I had an extreme fear of buses, to the point where I would almost throw up if I had to ride on one. During the yearly school bus drills I would panic because we had to use the escape ramp to practice an emergency exit. I could never have gotten off the bus if there had been a real accident because I can't touch the outside of the bus. Now I'm much better and can ride buses, but it took going on a trip to Europe and being forced to ride buses for days on end.

I don't like the feel of the storage room in my parents basement. It's a sealed concrete floor and it feels weird under my feet so I always have to wear shoes/flip flops when I go in there.

As you can see, I'm a freak.

Are you sure it's not OCD maybe?

My OCD makes me do weird things like wash my hands all through the day... put things out of place back in place... it annoys me if someone else does my work for me like makes my bed for me. serves me food.. I like to serve myself and don't like being served... hence avoid restaurants or food places as much as possible...
I talk to myself all the time.. people around me often get confused.. they wonder if I am talking to them or myself :p

I have a very weird habit of clapping my forehead when I realize something..

I cannot listen to music while I am around someone else... If I do I cannot concentrate on any thing else!

Oh I keep swinging my legs about when I am sitting in a chair or anyplace that lets me swing my legs and accidently kick people :p

My clumsiness makes me drop things a lot and I end up jumping and covering my ears when they hit the floor.


Thats the most I can think of now...

Last edited by pree10shun on 09 Jun 2011, 12:05 am, edited 1 time in total.

Not sure I'd call it a quirk - more of a defining trait. I think.

I hear "in color." Sound - especially related to music (pitch, volume & timbre) - has a look. Patterns & shades swirling together in a tapestry of frequency.

At least this is the only way I know of to describe it.

Makes LSD redundant!