Things you do that other people think are weird

That's not weird at all.
Getting poked with a pointy stick is better than people.

 

I use a fingernail clippers to snip dead skin off the very front inside part of my top lip. Gotta have pretty good light to get a good cut and avoid snipping the actual lip, so sometimes the mirror in the car works best.

 

Where do I start? I'm obsessive-compulsive.

• Whenever someone is talking, I take what they say and come up with a song for it.
For instance, if someone says, "I've got to be leaving now." I'll chime in with an a capella rendition of Asia's "Only Time Will Tell" ("You're leaving now ... it's in your eyes ...)
• I search forever looking for a right sock to match the left sock. (Once you've worn a new pair, your foot makes it right or left)
• I almost always order the exact same thing at a restaurant. Why risk trying something you don't like when you know there's a tried-and-true meal on the menu?
• I can't take my eyes away from the lights when some idiot approaches me with their brights on.
• My eyes travel around the loop of brake lights on the car in front of me (left brake, window brake, right brake) ad nauseam.
The same thing happens when I'm stopped at a traffic signal.
• I refuse to step on a foul line when entering or exiting a baseball or softball field.
• I come unglued if someone rearranges the things on my desk or takes one of my pens (1 blue, 1 red). If they leave crap on my desk (soda can, coffee cup), they're history.
• I like to watch my favorite movies with closed caption on, so I can pick up lines when I didn't catch what they said.
• Popping pimples is very relaxing. Hell, I'm 46 and still get pimples -- everywhere.
• I like to mix my corn and mashed potatoes together. Stuffing and mashed potatoes works well, too.
• I sniff everything I pick up, and if it has a displeasing odor, I have to wash my hands.
• I insist on wearing baseball pants and sliding pants when I play softball (had to retire, though). I used to freak when someone would play in blue jeans.

 

My dad threw a Whopper at a poor girl standing behind the counter circa 1978 for this very reason. He didn't like them either, but he also never told her plain.

 

Compartmentalized eating. I'm sure you have heard that before, and it is not that weird. Do you allow food to touch?

 

Everyone loves their own brand.

 

Mine are also.

Once, while visiting a friend, I alphabetized his DVD collection when he was in the bathroom.

Oh, the books on my bookshelf are arranged according to height. Largest to smallest.

 

I talk to myself all the time. Sometimes it turns into yelling.

I constantly chew and eat my fingernails.

I baby talk my dogs and give them nicknames.

I make up songs in the shower and in the car.

 

You mean the stuff that is not so weird? Trust me, I'm sure there is internal editing going on here.

 

I only found out last week that people think this is weird; I've been given a lot of grief from coworkers ever since:

If I have soup, I must have milk to drink.

I don't think that's weird.