Things You Do That You Think No One Else Does

af_thefragile

When I read articles or quotes by a person, I usually read them in that person's voice in my head...

Also I tend to try to pronounce all French, Italian, Spanish, German etc. words in the appropriate accent...

a fat guy

I used to pretend that there were giant swords on the side of the car that would cut through mountains and hills like butter as we drove past. Similar to the laser guy then...

I also hate it when I trip a little on one foot when coming up the stairs, because then I have to feign a trip/kick the stairs with my other foot to even it out. I still do this to this day.

mikemac1

Never ever step on the cracks on the footpaths that appear every few metres

Temptamperu

There are phase people we can not see who are constantly monitoring us as we go about our lives. They don't seem malicious or anything but its quite scary going to bed.

juan.kerr

I've never walked on the LUAS railings. I was initially worried that I might get electrocuted (no idea why), now I know that I won't but still don't risk it.

boost creep

CardBordWindow wrote: »

I used to try and get the two sets of numbers to be the same, using addition/subtraction/multiplication/division.
98 W 1259
9-8 W 9-5-2-1
1 W 1
Smile.

i thought i was the only one who did that!

juan.kerr

For the last few days I've been counting the number of wing mirrow flag covers as I commute.

FishBowel

Regularly buy silent films from the 1920s on DVD.

phasers

after I finish a conversation a replay it in my head and count how many syllables there were in it.

juan.kerr

I have a plugin in my email account to count the number of characters in all emails I write. I ensure that the number of characters (excluding spaces and carriage returns etc) is a prime number. If not I reword the email.

NegativeCreep

later12 wrote: »

NegativeCreep wrote: »

Does anyone else count the letters in a sentence you've just heard to see if it's an odd or even amount of letters? Then, if they're odd, make it into two piles, one odd and one even and then say the sentence again making sure to pronounce the gap in between the piles? I also feel very frustrated of its not an even number if letters :rolleyes: I literally do this about 60 times a day and it can get really distracting, especially during exams :L

Am I mental? :L

I read the entire thread to see if anyone else does this. I do it too; In my case, it's a matter of counting the syllables in sentences and the letters in individual words to make sure they are not odd. It can get absurdly addictive, I find I have to really force myself to stop doing it

f_o_r_c_e... dammit.

Yeah your mind kinda makes you do it doesn't it? :L

Pottler

when I was a kid I used to sit up the front on the top deck of the bus with my Dad(no car), stick a tiny piece of paper to the bus windscreen and pretend it was a machine gun sight and try and machine gun things as they came past. Hours of fun.:)

MrMojoRisin

Sometimes, if I'm walking down a street and suddenly realise that I need to turn around in the other direction to go back down it again, I take out my phone and look at it. It's as if it's a visible 'reason' for my sudden turnaround.

If I ever get a bus and get one of those paper tickets, I have a habit of folding it and re-folding it repeatedly.

Often, when I'm standing in queues and I'm waiting for the staff member to serve me, but they're busy with something else (and, no, not another customer) momentarily, I look at something extremely dull and boring like a wall or a sign on the wall like it's captivating me. Then, when I notice that the staff member looks up at me out of the corner of my eye, I magically and instantly lose interest in the wall/sign on the wall to look at them.

If I'm standing on an escalator, I have this thing where I like to wait until the very last step of the escalator has gone completely flat before I step off from the thing.

When I hoover/vacuum a carpet and there's a bit of fluff or thread in the carpet that the hoover won't suck up, I pick the fluff/thread out of the carpet, place it down again and then hoover it up. It gives me great satisfaction.

What a sad f*cker I am.

Lastly, if I'm visiting someone's grave, I don't like to stand on any grave in the graveyard, even if it's a faster, handier way of getting across to another path, or whatever. Dunno why that is - it's not like the remains of the person beneath the earth would even care what's happening at that deeply decomposed stage.

mikemac1

When I'm in a bar I look at stuff while waiting

Am I getting a branded glass?
Did the barman scoop out ice with a glass!
Are there empty optics on display?


I'm not a moaning customer, I can't remember a time I ever complained to a barman
Just from working on the other side those are things I'm used to checking


I suppose if you worked in a restaurant and then you ever go for a meal you'd be noticing things that most don't too

FloatingVoter

Spell their words backwards in my head while listening to boring people. Has the side effect of making you look deep in thought about their ramblings.
Occasional nodding of head and smile / look sad as they do masks the fact that you left the room ages ago.

Moon Indigo

This thread is proving very therapeutic for me I am have good days and em crazy behaviour days. An example of things I do.
Do you know the way you can press the button on the tv remote to bring up the synopsis of the programme?

For example Countdown etc? So the synopsis comes up saying what the programme is about. I have to learn every word off in my head so that when I take it down I can say exactly word for word what the it said! It gets far more interesting when its a long description

Flash86

Sometimes when I'm walking around town and have forgotten my iPod I like to pretend I'm a visitor from the past and try to imagine how they'd react to moden Dublin.

Stops me getting bored and makes you think about what's going on and what you're seeing.

Well, I like it anyway....

Rothko

MrMojoRisin wrote: »

Sometimes, if I'm walking down a street and suddenly realise that I need to turn around in the other direction to go back down it again, I take out my phone and look at it. It's as if it's a visible 'reason' for my sudden turnaround.

If I ever get a bus and get one of those paper tickets, I have a habit of folding it and re-folding it repeatedly.

Often, when I'm standing in queues and I'm waiting for the staff member to serve me, but they're busy with something else (and, no, not another customer) momentarily, I look at something extremely dull and boring like a wall or a sign on the wall like it's captivating me. Then, when I notice that the staff member looks up at me out of the corner of my eye, I magically and instantly lose interest in the wall/sign on the wall to look at them.

Lastly, if I'm visiting someone's grave, I don't like to stand on any grave in the graveyard, even if it's a faster, handier way of getting across to another path, or whatever. Dunno why that is - it's not like the remains of the person beneath the earth would even care what's happening at that deeply decomposed stage.

I do all of those too lol

coonecb1

When I'm finishing a bowl of rice krispies, I make sure to spoon the last one together with others, as I never want to leave one all alone in the milk with any 'friends'.

I'm 30 years old and still do this.

Paparazzo

boo3000 wrote: »

When i was a kid I used to imagine there was a special race of people living in the walls of houses and they'd bring me in there for adventures. Of course i don't do that anymore.

If you smoke salvia you can still go on adventures with them

Real Life

never step on the cracks or gaps between tiles.

run up or down the stairs as fast as i can so the spooky ghost doesnt get me (when i was younger)

make a point of walking under ladders because superstitions annoy me.

happyfish

Jaafa wrote: »

Also sometimes when I really get into a book, I tend to pick up mannerisms from some of the characters for a while after. Like when I read the Narnia books years ago, for about a week after that, whenever I was thinking in my head, I'd think in that 1940's English way. 'I should think that would be jolly good' and all that lark.

I do this too and sometimes when I was younger I'd reread a book specifically so I could get into the mannerisms of the characters again...

previous user

masturbate to murder she wrote

Butterface

If I'm by myself in the house and cooking something or baking, I sometimes do a Darina Allen type narration of what I'm doing.

Occasionally if I'm beyond bored I'll turn the sound down on a match and have a go at commentating on it.

I really hope nobody ever walks in on me when I'm talking to myself.

Aenaes

Haroldinio wrote: »

I used to imagine a laser beaming out of the car wing mirrors cutting the hedges down to wing mirror level. I didn't want to cut the telephone poles or cyclists so i had to imagine turning the laser off/on really quickly at every one. I still find myself doing it........off/on...........off/on...........off/on...........off/on......:)

I did that too but for me it has a huge circular saw sticking out of the car. I could control the height of it.

Another thing I used to involved breaking sentences into numbers. For example, "I like cake." I=one, like=four, cake=four. one=three, four=4, four=4. three=five, 4, 4.
Went all the way until the words were reduced to four, then I would say the number of fours four times.

Giselle

When someone attacks innocent butter by gouging and digging into it, I have to try to smooth it back into shape before I can use it. In extreme cases I throw it out. I hate butter abusers.

When I was a child I had to turn the beside light on and off twice before I could leave it off and feel the evil of the dark was properly neutralised.

I gave all my stuffed animals titles like Lady Cuddlesworth Bear the 4th, or The Earl of Panda Pyjamatime the 8th. I told them all my worries.

weemcd

It seems about 80% of posters on this thread have made their car journey into a hedge cutting, ninja jumping, laser beam shooting game of their own invention. I genuinely thought no one else ever did this, and therefore never asked. I remember when I was younger someone asking what I was at staring at a mark on the window and moving my head up and down, I realised for the first time I may be the only person I know who did this and that it may not be a regular car past time. I laughed my head off when the first poster mentioned it.

Savage thread.

Sometimes I sit around and think about how downright fúcking weird people are. You can very easily take something mundane like a person wearing a fur coat, or watching porn, and when you really think about it, you can make any of a thousand things people do all the time seem incredibly weird.

yes, of course stoned

Fromthetrees

I can blow a single bubble from my tongue whenever I want.

emzolita

Deadly thread. Good aul boards. It's like group therapy.
Mine are when Im crossing the road, if I'm able to take two steps on the opposite side without a car passing me by, I have crossed safely. Lmao, cause obviously I'd know if I hadn't crossed safely.
I also judge people on what's in their shopping trolley.

danniemcq

For volume i always have it on 42.

After all its the answer to life the universe and everything

Winty

I can only do a poo if I am fully naked, that includes shoes and socks.

If I have to go in public I will find a hotel or somewhere that's got clean toilets but the cubicle must have a coat hook and a dry floor. Sometimes I can spend hours looking for a suitable toilet.

Once in central London I got the tube to the ritz hotel as the toilets are the best in town, just look confident and nobody will question if your a guest.

mauzo

Winty wrote: »

Once in central London I got the tube to the ritz hotel as the toilets are the best in town, just look confident and nobody will question if your a guest.

Either that or they're thinking ah leave him off, he looks like he really needs a sh*t!

My uncle once passed out in a public toilet because the toilets had just been cleaned with really strong chemicals...how the hell would you explain something like that?

Or a fire drill, hey get out there's a fire....yeah just putting on my socks!

Kenno90

I still do this

LizT

Sometimes I think my life is like the Truman show and I get really paranoid about where cameras are hidden etc etc.

/weirdo

Kenno90

lizt wrote: »

Sometimes I think my life is like the Truman show and I get really paranoid about where cameras are hidden etc etc.

/weirdo

I've had similar but i'm in the matrix :P

Fluorescence

Actually, another car-game I used to play was what I called "grappling hooks". It's where you'd imagine your car shooting a hook at the car in front, and you'd gradually close in the distance between them :P Sounds pants, but it was fun

SafeSurfer

When I was young I imagined that there was a constant battle between deciduous trees and conifers. Other plants were also involved on either side. The deciduous trees were the good guys and grass was on their side while conifers were the bad guys and rushes, gorse were on their side.

The leaves of trees represented shields and blades of grass swords, pine needles were arrows, rushes were spears etc.

The ground would be littered with deciduous leaves in Autumn and Winter and I imagined that these had sadly fallen in battle.

The chief bad guys were nettles and at the pinnacle of all were thistles, especially those massive thistles with the huge ball of spikes.

I would happily decapitate any of them I could find.

Needless to say there was no X box in my house growing up.

fryup

when i was younger i thought i was the only one who wanked:o

i was so relived to find out that everyone did it:) the shame was less

Mackman

MrMojoRisin wrote: »

Sometimes, if I'm walking down a street and suddenly realise that I need to turn around in the other direction to go back down it again, I take out my phone and look at it. It's as if it's a visible 'reason' for my sudden turnaround.

If I ever get a bus and get one of those paper tickets, I have a habit of folding it and re-folding it repeatedly.

Often, when I'm standing in queues and I'm waiting for the staff member to serve me, but they're busy with something else (and, no, not another customer) momentarily, I look at something extremely dull and boring like a wall or a sign on the wall like it's captivating me. Then, when I notice that the staff member looks up at me out of the corner of my eye, I magically and instantly lose interest in the wall/sign on the wall to look at them.

If I'm standing on an escalator, I have this thing where I like to wait until the very last step of the escalator has gone completely flat before I step off from the thing.

When I hoover/vacuum a carpet and there's a bit of fluff or thread in the carpet that the hoover won't suck up, I pick the fluff/thread out of the carpet, place it down again and then hoover it up. It gives me great satisfaction.

What a sad f*cker I am.

Lastly, if I'm visiting someone's grave, I don't like to stand on any grave in the graveyard, even if it's a faster, handier way of getting across to another path, or whatever. Dunno why that is - it's not like the remains of the person beneath the earth would even care what's happening at that deeply decomposed stage.

Are you me? I do all those things

ilovefridays

I thought I was weird until I read this thread, and realised I'm Normal...:D

After reading the thread, OCD kept jumping out at me:rolleyes:

emzolita

lizt wrote: »

Sometimes I think my life is like the Truman show and I get really paranoid about where cameras are hidden etc etc.

/weirdo

aw snap! for a year or so after the film came out, I wouldn't get changed in my room without the use of a towel to cover me bits. gas!

mikemac1

CD collection in alphabetical order.
Haven't bought a CD in a long time but for what I have, they are perfectly ordered

All my itunes collection must have the correct artwork.
RTÉ always feck this up so if I download Pat Kenny show podcast for example I will manually copy and paste the correct artwork for every segment.

Just has to be done

vard

Deus Ex Machina wrote: »

Just thinking back actually, another weird one I used to do when I was much younger. There was a church around the corner where I used to live. I used to be able to see the courtyard area from the window in the back bathroom of the house. When I was in the shower I could often see a funeral going on at the church. Sometimes I would go down to the church when the funeral was over and watch the people coming out carrying the coffin. I'd imagine them all floating over the ground with giant stakes rammed through their backs. They'd be hovering along about half a metre off the ground with blood dripping out from the wounds in their backs (incidentally the amount of blood never tallied with the severity of the wounds, it was always just a drip or a trickle, never the flow you'd expect from being impaled with a large wooden stake). I'd also image each head and face being affected differently by the impalement, such as skewed to the side by the protrusion of the end of the stake from behind the clavicle, or pushed forward by misalignment of the spine. I don't know why they had to be floating, or even impaled, but that's always how I imagined it, and how I drew it out.

My mother absolutely freaked out when she found a load of my drawings of this in my drawer when I was in my teens. She even told doctors about it later on when I had a few mental issues. It was very grisly for sure, but it was never anything more than a day dream to me, and I could never fully explain its origin or the reasons for its persistence. When we moved away from that house I never once did it again, even when I was at funeral. That's mad actually, I haven't thought of it in years!

Ah jaysus, and here's me thinking I was the only psychotic axe murderer around here.

cranks

I occasionally dream that I can float and can take those long, slow floaty steps that the boys on the moon do.
I still wake up after such dreams convinced, that this will be the day, that I'll just float over to the bathroom. I have my trajectory figured out and a good sense of the push-off force required. One step should do it and I'll launch myself with a gentle push of my right leg as the left one isn't as precise.

I tend to have a moment when I curse reality after all that.

LLU

If I send a long email, and get a response, I re-read my original email in the response several times.

Aenaes

Other things I used to do on car journeys was to find a crack or dot on the window and weave my head so the dot would avoid obstacles. The obstacles were either oncoming cars or the white lines on the road.

Then there was the car battles. Would be different car armies on the road vs other car armies. Either manufacturers vs other manufacturers or certain colours vs other colours. There would be alliances too, Opel and Volkswagen, silver and white.
The cars would have machine guns and missiles on board but often you couldn't take a shot as you would be behind a Fiesta but his wingman Mondeo would be tailing you. "We got a bogey"
TopGun has alot to answer for.

Kitty-kitty

Now, I know this is pretty cruel, but if I'm stuck with someone who is talking the ear off me with no escape (and not looking for a conversation, but just to talk at me) I'll see how long I can keep them talking without saying a word. Noises are okay, nods, body language, but I can't say any actual words.

It started as the angry customer game - similar idea, but involving incensed customers who aren't listening to the nice cashier who's trying to tell them how they can actually solve their problem.

Up until recently my record was 13 minutes, then I went on a trip last month and one fella racked up a massive 2 hours 5 minutes.



Aaaalso when I was younger I spent an awful lot of time on crutches and in wheelchairs so I have recurring dreams even now (that used to be constant) where I'm running on my hands, incredibly fast.

Haroldinio

weemcd wrote: »

I remember when I was younger someone asking what I was at staring at a mark on the window and moving my head up and down,

I used to do this as well. Going for a spin in the car was fun:)

I also like eating OXO cubes and i'm just curious to see if anybody else will admit to it:)

Funglegunk

Aenaes wrote: »

Other things I used to do on car journeys was to find a crack or dot on the window and weave my head so the dot would avoid obstacles. The obstacles were either oncoming cars or the white lines on the road.

YES! Try doing it with a slowly descending and meandering raindrop for even more fun.

Big Nasty

Also do the even number vol thing and cracks in pavements / same number of steps.

Here's another odd one: most cars have two reverse lights and two fog lights which is fine as I'm a big lover of symmetry however I hate being in traffic behind a car that has one fog light on one side and one reverse light on the other - so wrong!