At home, I sometimes eat really slow. I have a rather large mouth, so if I eat fast I may literally bite off more than I can chew.
I do pace if I'm angry or thinking of something frustrating, often in really strange patterns while making hand motions that I'm totally unconscious of. I think this is the result of having to bottle up 20 years worth of violent impulses I experienced from being regularly picked on in school. Even in situations where I wouldn't get in trouble, I was just uncoordinated enough that any serious attempt a fighting back led to further embarassment. It was never that I worried about hurting anyone, since I believed my dumbass antagonists might have had a slight IQ boost if they suffered the occasional concussion.
Um, I don't mean that as an incitement to violence, and I wish I could outgrow my childhood rage, but sometimes I worry that I actually understood human nature and the world around me a little too well when I was eight, and have been hurting myself by warping my mind to conform to some nonsensical idea of maturity ever since.
Oh, getting back to the thread, old jokes will come back to me and cause me to laugh at inappropriate times. Once in high school, some kid started talking about a drive-by in which a friend of his died, and I just felt the impulse to laugh. Maybe because I'd lived such a sheltered life that I never thought I'd meet anyone who'd experienced that, and couldn't mentally process it. I bit my tongue to stop it, but made enough noise that the whole class looked at me anyway, though hopefully I made it sound like I was choking or sneezing.
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No one in the world ever gets what they want,
and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad,
and that is beautiful.
-TMBG