Okay, I'll go first. List five of your indiosyncrasies. Of course, mine are catagorized, but these are the five I will throw out there for all the world to see (all 31 of you).
NUMBER 5 - I love quiet. A bit is shaved off my life every time I have to listen to a radio in the car. And if the station gets flipped back and forth, a bit more of my life - gone early.
NUMBER 4 - All my clothes and hangers MUST all go in the same direction in my closet. Clothes on the floor? Not so much of a bother. But the clothes and hangers MUST all always be in order.
NUMBER 3 - Sometimes I have to say things, even if you already know it. Like, 'be sure to lock the door when you come in'. I know you know that. I still have to say it. EVERY TIME. Just deal with it.
NUMBER 2 - I collect stuff. A lot of stuff. I have no idea why. I think it's a disease. I hope there is a pill.
NUMBER 1 - I continue to work at things that I'm no good at. I practice the piano, yet have never conquired timing. I draw, yet it all seems to lack something. I sew, and it's all crooked. I rubberstamp, but I can't seem to get things centered correctly. Does this make me an optimist? Or, is that where the 'idio' in idiosyncrasies comes from?
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I am sequential to a fault. If I can do things in the "proper" order, I get a little crazed.
The right side of the sink should be kept uncluttered at all time. Dirty dishes should go in the left. No one abides by this rule but me.
Bathroom trash should only contain tissues and hair wads. Again, no one follows this rule but me.
If I pretend I don't see someone, they are invisible. Especially applies to people in grocery stores.
I prefer going to movies alone. I'm not sure if this is an idiosyncracy or not. In fact, I'm not even sure I spelled idiosyncracy correctly.
I'm not spelling anything correctly these days. For some reason, Youngest Son's spell check is firewall protected.
(of course, i do own dictionaries, but i would have to get up)
You are brave to list them. I probably have too many to list. I am a "messie" for the most part, my husband calls me a "stacker"
...cause stacks of stuff are here and there, most everywhere. But I am particular about some things...I suspect I gave up on perfectionism...and thus I am a "messie"!
I am a fanatic about keeping doors locked in the house, car, etc. I grew up in a big, dangerous city even for the 1960's...and no one else cares as much as me about this...so I am the "door checker".
I do not share my toothpaste with hubby...it does not work out...he grabs wherever he grabs and I try to basically keep it rolled up and tidy...see what I mean? Sigh...
I am unhappy if hubby grabs and uses my hair brush in the bathroom...never mind how many combs I have bought him each and every year...and my brush hangs in there a lot longer than that!! I share most all my possessions very well...but not a few of them!
I am an "either all clean down to the smallest corner" or "just forget it and pretend it is not a mess"...and that is enough for anyone to know!!
Elizabeth
I feel the SAME way about silence, and yet I'm married to someone who ALWAYS has to have noise (well, I supposed HE'D call it "music"). Worst of all - if he likes a song, he'll put it on "repeat" and listen to the SAME song over and over and over again. Grrr!
Elizabeth, your last paragraph describes me to a "T"!
Heather, I'm waiting for someone to comem up with a CD that plays blaring silence. I'd put THAT on repeat! (my husband likes noise too.)
What is it with men? Are most all of them noisy? I think so! Mine is a lot like described by Heather, but it is my daughter who goes bats.
Elizabeth
Waddya know. I feel the same about silence too. As for idiosyncracies-every time we go out to a concert or something, I have to ask my husband if he has the tickets. I KNOW he does but I just have to ask him. One of these days I won't and then we'll probably be introuble.
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