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brinshannara ([personal profile] brinshannara) wrote2004-05-04 04:26 am

About freakisms.

So I was watching Sex and the City tonight (Bravo Canada airs three old episodes every Monday night. We're still getting through season one. The crappy thing is that they're not showing them IN ORDER. Like, WTF.), and Carrie was pondering the fact that if there's a guy in Manhattan, over 30, who's single, there's something wrong about him, he must be a freak in SOME fashion.

A friend and I were talking on the phone after the show, and were talking about the freakish part, in particular.

So I'm curious. What's your freakish thing? Most everyone has one, or more, of these freakish things that make other people go "Huh, wha?!"

I'm not talking about biting your nails, unless you bite your toenails like Dave Lister. Nor am I talking about actual psychological disorders. I'm talking about your "normal" freakish thing.

My first girlfriend, for instance, had many things that could be considered freakish, but I'll pick one as an example. She used to pick at the skin around her fingernails constantly. Pick, pick, pick. Bite, bite, bite. Pick. Bite. Pick, pick. Drove me violently insane, even when I was in love with her, and after I fell out of love with her, it grew intolerable.

I'm turning off IP logging, feel free to post anonymously. So comment here and tell me what YOUR freakish thing is!

[identity profile] tapdancinghippo.livejournal.com 2004-05-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
I do the same thing with my fingers. I also bite/chew on my lip and scratch my head obsessively. I only do it when I'm around other people, so I think it's safe to assume that they're nervous habits. Either that, or my skin is tasty and I have dandruff.

[identity profile] tapdancinghippo.livejournal.com 2004-05-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
I just re-read the paragraph that says you're not talking about psychological things. Oops?

[identity profile] tapdancinghippo.livejournal.com 2004-05-04 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Bleh. I don't like public bathrooms, either, but if I have to pee, I'm going to pee. Er, unless I can race home in time. I don't like going to the bathroom at other people's houses, either. I'm sure there's some psychological diagnosis for that, too. There seems to be one for everything.

I'm sure you, and everyone else, wanted to know about my excretory habits.