I think that anything super weird about me would have to be observed from somebody else, since it’s normal for me.

That being said, uhm… My memory is really, really bad. Like, startlingly bad. But I’m smart. Enough.

I eat French fries with hot fudge Sundays, and I’m weird already I try to be funny so it ends out being weird other than funny

I honestly have no idea. Given a list of 40 items, I truly don’t know what people who know me would pick. I doubt that most of them think about me enough to cast a clear vote. But I will not ask my husband. He probably couldn’t narrow it down to 40.

As for me, I think everything about me is perfectly plusifaxious.

My sense of humor is one, that you have to hang out with me often to understand. I guess that’s weird.
I get super hyper for no reason at all.
I almost always microwave my ice cream before consuming it. I like it soft.
I’m sure there are other things…I’d need to ask my husband though. He calls me weird all the time.

I don’t like it if different foods touch. I will remove the piece of steak that the mashed potatoes touched and give it to my cat.

know what’s weird about me? I’m a boy, but I have a vagina.

I’m a lady minister who rides a motor scooter.

@Imastarwars1: I am weird about punctuation and clarity. If you eat french fries with hot fudge on Sunday, what happens during the rest of the week?

I have this thing about feet… I really don’t like them. I mean, I like mine, but other peoples completely freak my out.

That I love muscle cars and like to work under the hood myself. That I like beer. That I am more comfortable hanging with the guys. yet I am a very feminine girl

@gailcalled I believe I love you.

@toomuchcoffee911; Staying in character, I am dying of curiosity about other people’s feet freaking your “what” out.

@gailcalled haha :) you’re on a roll tonight

@gailcalled I’m sorry; the e and the y are pretty close to eachother. And in my defence, I’m on an iPod touch. :-)

@toomuchcoffee911 I have two normal feet and I can’t see the slightest God-damned reason why anyone should stare at them.

blam!

I separate M&M’s or Skittles into color categories before eating.
I like the smell of permanent markers.
I love eating non-traditional breakfast foods for breakfast, like pasta or pizza.
I have to sleep with like 6 pillows.

I regularly associate myself with, and socialize with those who call themselves furry.

Just a few of my many oddities:

*I have to chew my food equally on each side of my mouth when I eat
*I am “double jointed” in my hips (I can pop each side in and out of socket), yet every doctor I’ve ever talked to about it says that it is impossible
*I organize my cds by genre, artist, & year and FREAK out if anyone touches them
*I kiss my pets – including my horses (I don’t think this is weird, but all of my friends do)
*I let my dog shower with me (He won’t let me bathe him otherwise and he gets to be very bad smelling after a few trips out in the fields and to the pond)
*I still get extremely car sick (Apparently most people grow out of this by the time they reach their 20s?)

There are more, but I’ll spare. :)

@dlm812 You sound soooo much like my ex girlfriend.

I give the people and animals that I love a million pet names. Sometimes I even string some together and come up with new ones. Just ask my wife—honey baby boo boo kitty. Or my calico—pretty pink nose mommy. Or my boy cat—Mushroom the boom zoom zoom.

I’m extremely afraid of butterflies.

I dip my french fries in vanilla milkshakes.
I can’t share any dairy product.
I cuss like a sailor, yet use words that no one understands. In the same sentence.

@augustlan exactly a milkshake, or a frosty? this is very important.

Milkshake. McD’s to be precise.

@peyton_farquhar — Me, too!

i like wierd things like hp lovecraft
i odnt like to get a life when people tell me to
i stay on the bridge while everyone else jumps it
im a big packrat, i enjoy keeping my old things
i think ufo stories are kool
i can never find the right gf

I would rather buy someone a drink, including my children, than to share. I can’t stand the thought of sharing a drink.
I cannot stand my food to touch, to the point of needing separate bowls, at times.
When I make a PB&J sandwich, the peanut butter must be spread evenly on the entire piece of bread.
I don’t like it when people touch my feet. I squirm through pedicures.
I can’t stand for anyone to whisper in my ears. Icky feeling.
I cannot let someone pass me if they have something hanging out of there nose or something attached to their clothes that shouldn’t be there. (lint, toilet paper…you name it!)
I can jump out of a plane, but don’t ask me to climb a ladder.
I am still afraid of the dark.
My pantry is so organized that it might border on OCD behavior. (ok, so is the refrigerator, the drawers…and all closets in the house.)
I can’t sleep if my feet are covered up.

that’s the short list!

i like collecting highlander cards and movies, nobody lets me have the cards I order, fmaily included,they are total jerks about the whole thing

I am afraid of the dark (you are not alone @cak )
I don’t like being poked. If someone pokes my right arm, I have to poke my left arm to balance it out.
I only like red stuff like red gummy bears, red starburst, red coolaid.
my clothes in my closet are in order by the colors of the rainbow, if one is out of place it bugs me.

I think snape is cute from harry potter :( i dont know why :(

seems like most of my stuff is ocd? i think we are all weird.

@trumi Creepy. I’ve never lived in Ohio though… ;)

@TheHaight – I’m so glad I’m not the only one. I almost left that one off the list.

I eat popcorn with a spoon.

i drink shakes on cold days

Bluefreedom reminded me… I eat pizza with a fork and a sharp knife.

I always tell people that “weird” is relative. This thread really brings that home. I think eating popcorn with a spoon is so much weirder than being a boy with a vagina.

I still love you, @Bluefreedom! I’m not judging you! ;) Is there a story behind that, though? Is it something you picked up from someone else or just something you came up with by yourself or what?

@MacBean. It has to do with me being fastidious about keeping my hands clean and also me being lazy. With a spoon, I don’t get any butter or popcorn residue on my hands or clothes and I don’t have to wipe my hands with a napkin after every second or third handful of popcorn. Whenever I eat a bag of microwave popcorn, whether it is at home or work, I always get strange glances from wife and co-workers respectively.

@Bluefreedom You know what? I might start eating popcorn with a spoon now. I HATE getting butter on my fingers.

Besides my humor, I was born with an extra finger on each hand. Unfortunately, the doctor cut them off. :(

@Bluefreedom, I am struggling with this idea. I like to take huge handfuls of popcorn because they compress so quickly, and single little morsels just don’t contain enough concentrated popcorniness. The mouthfeel is most of what popcorn is. I never put extra butter on, though, so it isn’t greasy. I can see why you’d mind that.

But—a spoon? Is that a teaspoon, like one kernel at a time? Or a soup spoon or ladle, or something more like a shovel? Don’t you have trouble getting a grip? Popcorn doesn’t have much gravity. Do you spill it all the time and have to chase it? Do you use a spoon to pick it up from the floor?

How about a toothpick? or tongs? or maybe a fork? or possibly a paper cone you could just pour it down? Or is it really like a Zen experience, approaching a single kernel at a time, admiring it, studying it, recognizing its uniqueness, savoring it, Just Eating? Help me think about this so I don’t develop popcorn paralysis the next time I go to the movies. The thought is just too disturbing.

@Jeruba. It’s always a tablespoon because everything else is too small. I don’t need a mouthful of popcorn to enjoy it and if I’m lucky and careful, I can get 4 or 5 popped kernels in every spoonful and that’s okay for me. Dipping a spoon into popcorn to eat it isn’t a delicate matter either so there is always pieces fragmenting and breaking into smaller ones but I get around to all of it eventually.

The toothpick, fork, and tongs you mentioned sound too difficult and labor intensive so I’d pass on those methods. As far as the cone, you’d need an awfully big one to contain all the popcorn in the microwavable bags or you’d have to keep resupplying a smaller cone with popcorn to finish up the whole bag which would be too much work. No to the whole Zen experience either. No analysis, contemplation, or reflection on this snack food event. Just eating it at a relaxed pace.

I usually put the popcorn into a bowl at home and whatever misses the mouth or drops from the spoon falls back into the bowl. I take my time (you have to when eating it in this fashion) and so very little of it ever ends up on the floor or on me. Anything on the floor gets the hand broom/dustpan treatment later on.

I just know I am going to think of you the next time I have popcorn. In fact, I will even try one spoonful and raise a toast to you with it.

Then back to the handfuls for me.

@Jeruba. Thank you. And every time I eat popcorn from now on, I’m going to think about you and this question on Fluther. :-)

@Bluefreedom
popping pop corn now, will be trying the spoon! I just have to see how this works.

I like dark meat and skin from the chicken… I only eat rib eye steaks and then only the outside rim of fat. I don’t drink coffee.