My own little quirks

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I get a bit bent out of shape when confronted with phonographic surface noise and cassette tape noise.

It's so nice that you can share your own little quirks. It seems that everyone's quirks are different.

yeah, we are each as unique as snowflakes. that doesn't mean that there are none other like us but that the chances of meeting our temperamental doppelganger is next to none.

Joyriding just because I can is only one of my many quirks.

At any given time I'll go to Google Maps and just randomly pick locations in the state of Maryland to map out.

I am obsessed with my ancestry and genealogy. But refering directly to relatives as "first cousin once removed BLANK" or "third cousin BLANK"

Oddly enough, they find this weird

Aprilviolets, you are not alone. My parents kept giving me dolls, until I had a big basket full, though I rarely played with them. I once had a dollhouse and I remember a playmate and I once cut off the limbs of the dollhouse dolls in the course of imagining some traumatic situation : , even that didn't register with my parents as being "different". I thought my brothers had the neat toys and I was elated when their toy dinosaurs started being passed to me. At 48, I mentally still play with my childhood dinosaur collection -- guess I relate better to dinosaurs than people

Here's one of my quirks: I hate fingernails and toenails. Though I hate people with long fingernails to touch me with their stabbing implements, I mostly hate my own and keep both fingernails and toenails trimmed very short. Because they grow in thick and callused, I hate the sensation of the nails on my little toes against my shoes, so I go beyond trimming and remove as much of the nail on my little toes as I can without causing injury.

You folks are the first. I haven't even confessed this stuff to my therapist.

Aprilviolets, you are not alone. My parents kept giving me dolls, until I had a big basket full, though I rarely played with them. I once had a dollhouse and I remember a playmate and I once cut off the limbs of the dollhouse dolls in the course of imagining some traumatic situation : , even that didn't register with my parents as being "different". I thought my brothers had the neat toys and I was elated when their toy dinosaurs started being passed to me. At 48, I mentally still play with my childhood dinosaur collection -- guess I relate better to dinosaurs than people

Here's one of my quirks: I hate fingernails and toenails. Though I hate people with long fingernails to touch me with their stabbing implements, I mostly hate my own and keep both fingernails and toenails trimmed very short. Because they grow in thick and callused, I hate the sensation of the nails on my little toes against my shoes, so I go beyond trimming and remove as much of the nail on my little toes as I can without causing injury.

You folks are the first. I haven't even confessed this stuff to my therapist.

Since high school I've been obsessed with listening to songs on my iTunes just so they can even out my play count on it. Meaning if most of the songs have a play count listed at 6, then I'll listen to the ones with lower numbers until they're all at 6.