People’s Strange Kid Rituals That Never Grow Old

Pawsitively Precious

I ALWAYS tell my dog, “I love you, be good, don’t die.” She is 14, and I fear if I don’t tell her this, I will come home, and she will be dead. I have even walked all the way to my car before just to realize I didn’t say it… then walk all the way back and be late for work just to say it to her.

Generational Handshake

When I was 6, I and my father made a cute little handshake we did every day when he left for work and when he came home. Now (27), I still do it when I see my dad. One day when I have kids, I’m going to pass it down to them.

Teddy Bears and True Love

I still sleep with my teddy. I just never stopped.

My boyfriends over the years haven’t minded. My current boyfriend even brought his out of an old box too.

Now Pandy and Billy snuggle up in bed together just like we do.

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Banana Bottoms

The bottom end of bananas, I don’t eat them because I have a very distinct memory from when I was very young of the bottom being crunchy, and this disturbed me. Today when I peel bananas for anything, the bottom end is thrown out as well. Life-long habit.

Junk Night Tradition

When I was a kid, my dad would surprise my sister and me with “Junk Night”. We’d go to the grocery store, and he’d buy us anything we wanted for the night. Candy, popcorn, surge soda, ice cream, etc. Then we’d get pizza or McDonald’s and a video rental and have fun all night. He only did it like twice a year, but it was always a surprise and so exciting! I still do that with my girlfriend, and I’ll do it for my kids when I have them.

Deconstructing Deliciousness

Dismantling sandwiches before I eat them. I like the ingredients individually, and it feels like this makes the sandwich last longer. This extends to burgers and other sandwich-like foods as well.

SecondhandSanity

Chewing Beyond Sips

I chew on straws. And I don’t just mean as I’m drinking, but after I’m done using it, I chew on it for hours. I’m doing it right now.

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Bed Sheet Hugs

When I was younger, I’d help my mum fold bedsheets. You know, we each grab an end, put the corners together twice to fold lengthways, and then walk towards each other to fold widthways. I used to always give my mum a hug at the end of it, with the bedsheets pressed between us. This would repeat for as many sheets as we needed to fold (1 or 2 or 3, you know).

Now I am 33 years old, and when I and my wife fold sheets together, we end it with a hug… plus she gets a little kiss.

AmicableSnowman

Managing My Inner Accuse

Scream at myself if I feel I’ve done something wrong or unforgivable. I internalize most of it now, but it comes out when I’m stressed. I try to keep it under my breath or contain it somehow once I realize I’m doing it.

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Turning Over a New Leaf

I lick the tips of my fingers as if I’m about to change the page of a book. I always hated the feeling of dry skin, and the habit just stuck around.

Finishing Strong

whenever I eat, I always leave the best for last

Stretching My Limits

I have a nervous tick with my anxiety where I constantly have to be moving something in my hands. I found as a child that rubber bands were my best choice, and it’s an unfortunate habit that’s stuck for life. I sometimes get into a mode where I just have both arms above my head, playing with the rubber band in my hands. Adult ADHD blows.

GaiaFisher

Squint-o-Motion

Whenever I feel apprehension for something about to happen, or a plan going correctly, I will put my palms together and rub my hands back and forth while squinting my face. All this occurs for just a couple of seconds. Then I’m back to normal.

Sitting in Contemplation

I often sit “Indian style” or in a semi-fetal position unless I’m at work. Actually, I’m in a fetal position quite often…napping on the couch, contemplating the world, sleeping sometimes.

As a holdover from being a teenager, I always expected people to make fun of me to my face or behind my back.

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Tapping in Time

Once when I was a teenager, I was all dressed up for something, in heels, and I did a little mock tap dance in the kitchen. My mom looked at me with a little smile on her face and said, “You know, you used to do that when you were 2 years old any time you wore your dress shoes”.

Savoring Each Flavor

When I was a kid, I’d always eat one thing on my plate at a time. Unless it was something like corn & mashed potatoes, then I’d mix that together.

I’m a grown man these days, still eating everything individually off my plate. Apparently, it’s noticeable because people have questioned me about it. These days I just tell them that if I’m poisoned by my constituents, they’ll know which item was poisoned.

Wandering with Pebbles

When I’m on a hike, I pick up a rock and carry it for about an hour. Then I put it down in a nice spot. I’ve done that since I was a kid so rocks could change horizons and see the world.

Reflections from the Ceiling

Starting in kindergarten, when I got home from school, I’d put my stuff down, go in my room, close the door, lay down, and stare at the ceiling for about ten minutes. I still do this when I get home from work.

My parents used to think this was incredibly disturbing behavior. But I’ve had undiagnosed (and now diagnosed) anxiety problems since I was very young, and this routine was a way for me to decompress from the day before I was forced to continue socializing with people.

For those saying this is meditation and a “normal behavior” not caused by anxiety – depending on what your thinking patterns are at the time, laying down can be a meditative practice. Or it can be a physical shutdown triggered by a massive overload of social situations and pressure that is inescapable throughout the day. As I explained it, I lay down because it’s like I’m drowning in my own head, and those ten minutes of silence let a little bit of water leak out so I can breathe again.

Taste the Spectrum

I sort multi-colored candies (Skittles, M&Ms, etc) into their respective color groups and eat them one color at a time.

But I save one of each color for last and eat that group all at once.

Puppy’s Passion for Green

I got my dog Snoopy when I was 10 years old, and ever since he was a puppy, he had this love for lettuce. He would go absolutely nuts for it, and so whenever I had a sandwich or a burger, I would give him some of my lettuce. Over the years, it became a ritual that whenever I prepared any food that involved lettuce for myself, I would grab extra lettuce for him so I could toss it to him as I ate. He passed away 4 years ago after almost 17 years together, but I still find myself grabbing that bit of extra lettuce for him.

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A Squeeze of Affection

When my mom would hold our hands as little kids, she taught us this thing. She’d squeeze your hand 3 times, and that meant “I love you.” You’d squeeze back 2 times, and that meant “how much?” Then you’d both squeeze really hard at the same time, and that meant “Lots!”

I taught it to my husband when we got married, and I’ve taught it to my 2-year-old son. I’ll teach it to my daughter. But the time as an adult that stands out the most was at my grandfather’s funeral. We all had to walk out of the sanctuary after his coffin. I had been strong the whole time but started to cry walking down the aisle – it was all so final. My sister caught up to me and grabbed my hand. She squeezed it 3 times, and we went through the whole thing.

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Console Control

Stick my tongue out when playing a video game. My dad told my brother and me that’s how to make the Super Nintendo work when it wouldn’t read the game… Spoiler alert it does not help, but I still stick my tongue out when I play games.

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Waking Up to Presents

As kids, we always got to open our birthday presents in our parents’ bed first thing in the morning — before school, before breakfast — we still do that today with our own kids. My son is in his mid-teens, and I think he wants us to think he’s too cool for this, but he likes it still.

My wife didn’t get this at first, but I insisted — she now loves this since her Mom put her presents out on the coffee table in the morning but made her wait until the very end of the day, after dinner, to open any of them. My MIL is a raging narcissist and likes to exercise control in any petty way should could muster. This is among them. My wife pointed out that we did it this way in our family, and it annoyed the p*ss out of my MIL. “Didn’t you like the anticipation?”

“Mom, I was five years old. No. I didn’t. You couldn’t keep them in the closet until later. You liked to put them out there just to lord it over me.”

F*ck that noise. Birthday presents get opened as soon as you wake up. Now and always.

Driving Through Magic

On car trips as a child, my parents informed my sister and me that there was a force field at state borders that caused the car to swerve back and forth.

When disputed, our father would hold his hands up off the wheel to prove that he wasn’t doing it. Of course, since we were buckled up, we couldn’t see his knee.

It continued well past the point that we figured it out.

My boys have figured it out at this point, but still enjoy the farce, and I would hope that their kids will, too, someday.

Window to the Heart

I’m 25, and I have this ritual with my mom and dad – if I’m home and they’re going out or going to work, I will run to the front window and wave to them as they leave. They do the same when I go out.

We’ve been doing this since I was old enough to walk. Sometimes I get self-conscious about it because I’m sure my neighbors can see but f*ck it! It takes ten seconds from our day, and it’s just another reminder of how much we care about each other.

Plush Pal Parties

When I was a little kid, 6 or so, I had a huge collection of stuffed animals. I gave them all names, and they all had certain birthdays. Every time it was one of their birthdays, I would throw a mini party (with toys and stuff). I’m 16 now, and I still do that, but only to the special ones I couldn’t sleep without when I was younger.

Fluffy Edges, Perfect Squares

Cut my pancakes into squares as I eat them. My dad used to make pancakes almost every Sunday morning, and he would stack up like 6 of those bad boys and cut the edges off first and eat them, leaving a square. Then he would cut it into progressively smaller squares until it was gone. If it wasn’t the most satisfying-looking sh*t, so I started doing it too. When I started making them myself, I got his pancake recipe because most pancakes suck, and I still use Aunt Jemima because real maple syrup doesn’t taste the same.

Man, I want some pancakes now.

Scent-sational Reads

I smell every book I read! Both my mom and grandma used to do it with me every time we opened up a new book to see what kind of “book smell” it had. Been doing this for over 20 years now!

The Taste of Thursday

Thursday nights are pizza nights. It’s gotten to where pizza just tastes better on Thursdays, even when it’s the cheap stuff. Any other day of the week, it’s good, but nothing fantastic.

Panic at the Soda Pop

When my brother or I drink from any can, we wipe the opening with our shirts cause our parents told us a story when we were kids.

The story was about how this lady went on a boat by herself and had some cans of soda/beer with her. Apparently, a rat p*ssed on the cans, and she died from it… somehow. So the moral of the story was to wipe your cans before drinking from them.

We’ve been doing this for YEARS. Can’t drink from a can without wiping the lid. It’s weird and feels wrong. I am permanently broken, and my future kids will probably pick up on this habit without questioning it.

Aqua Exit Strategy

Whenever I’m about to finish having a shower, I fill my mouth up with water, turn off the shower, and let the mouth – water dribble down my body

Still not sure why

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Pinky Promise vs. Canine Quest

When dogs poop, they kind of crouch in position and move around, looking for the perfect spot. When I was young, my dad said if you hook your pinkies together and as long as you kept pulling as hard as you could, the dog couldn’t find a spot. Something he did growing up, I imagine, and I did growing up. I still do it when I see a dog trying to go. My wife rolls her eyes and thinks I’m crazy, and my boys are just getting old enough to probably start mimicking me.

Vampire-Proofing with Blankets

As a kid, I was terrified of Vampires (due to watching the original made-for-TV Salem’s Lot). I convinced myself that if I slept with the covers up to my chin, they couldn’t bite my neck. Didn’t work, but I still sleep with covers up to my neck when I lay down in my coffin in the morning.

Sprinkle Strategy

When I eat a cosmic brownie, I always eat the side with fewer sprinkle-things first, so I’m more satisfied when I finish the whole thing.

A Roundabout Journey

When I was a child, my mother made a large round rug out of old pants. It’s beautiful with lots of bright colors. We loved racing around it as children pretending it was a round race track or doing an “indian dance” around, pretending that the red center was our fire. As an adult, my mother gave me her old rug (I saved it from being trashed as it had no special meaning to her). When I’m pacing my house while talking on the phone or thinking, I catch myself walking around in circles on the rug. It’s like my own personal sticky trap.

High-Flyer Habit

Whenever I hear an airplane or helicopter, I look up to find it.

Ice Cream Fusion

I put milk in my ice cream.

My dad grew up very, very poor and always moving around, so even as a kid, he learned to stretch a buck. This was back in the 70s. When I was a kid, though, even though my dad had pretty decent money, he would still pour milk into my ice cream and turn it into basically a big bowl of milkshake. To this day, I still do the same, and I’m 25; it’s just how I enjoy ice cream. Makes it a little less sweet, and you feel like you are overindulging on a ton of ice cream when it’s about 1/3rd milk.

In the Blink of an Eye

As a kid, when I learned blinking was an automatic reflex that you could also control, I became obsessed with it and would do it like crazy. After a while, I’d forget about it, but then a few weeks later, I’d remember, and the cycle would start all over again. As an adult, I still get the urge; but instead of mad blinking, I shut my eyes really tight for a few seconds. Looks less weird, and I can say I thought I was going to sneeze. It also feels good…..excuse me while I sneeze.

Steamy Sanctuary

I always take a hot long shower when I get home from work to decompress. The hot tub I have now also works well for this. I also like to go to the grocery store and just get a couple of things for dinner that night. Wondering the isles aimlessly is relaxing, plus I get excited about what I’m going to cook later. There are those times I run into people at the store and have to chit chat which isn’t fun.

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Rub-a-Dub-Dub, Toys in the Tub

I still play with toys in the bath for at least 20 minutes before actually washing up. Bath paints/crayons, little rubber ducks, etc.

I’m a 30-year-old woman. It’s fun.

NonConformistFlmingo

The Body Integration

When I was little, I used to pretend/play a game where my mind and my body were separate, and it was my job to care for and integrate with my body as best as I could and that my body would communicate with my mind as well (basically anything I felt like hunger or pain was my body communicating with me) like my body was my pet.

If I was thirsty, I’d give my body water. If I was craving food, I’d do my best to feed it that food, and in return, my body would allow me to exist and experience it.

Every night I would try to remember my earliest memories and do my best to make my way up to the present day, and as part of integrating/bonding with my body, I would flex the muscles in my toes and slowly flex up my legs and through my entire body.

I guess today, it’s not really a game for me anymore. I rarely try to remember anything further than a month back, and I still do the muscle thing.

A Well-Choreographed Drydown

I have dried myself off with a towel in the exact same choreographed order since I was old enough to operate a shower by myself.

I am now 26. If you’re curious, it goes:

Grab a towel and fold it hamburger style. Take the folded edge of the towel and pat dry face chin to forehead. Pull the folded edge to the hairline and press the water out of my hair with the towel in a slow motion over the top of my head to my shoulders. Unfold the towel from the hamburger and take the two corners of a long end and lay it over the top of my back, then pull the corners back and forth with my two hands kinda scratching my back and drying it at the same time. This motion dries my arms too. Then I wrap the towel around my chest like a girl traditionally wears a towel and shimmy it down to my belt line, which dries my front. Then one quick downward motion on each leg does the trick, and lastly, I target my twig and berries ensuring there is no water between my legs and sack, d*ck and balls, and taint and sack.

Always let the a**crack air dry.

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Tunes of Togetherness

My parents trained me and my younger brother to respond to a whistle. It was a specific complicated pattern, about 6 seconds long, not something you’d hear randomly. Useful for finding toddlers in crowds and while traveling and whatnot. Grown now, but I will still stop dead and find the source whenever I hear it. At some point, my dad taught it to my fiancée because it’s just d*mn useful in the middle of the supermarket.

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Aquatic Antics

In middle school, when in the shower, I would always collect water with my hands cupped against my stomach and splash it against the wall to get any soap off.

From Fear to Fitness

When I was a kid, I would check in the closets and under all the beds in the house to show my younger sister there were no monsters. To this day, I go around my house before going to sleep to check under the beds and closets. I’ve turned it into a workout routine, actually, and it keeps me active even when I’m busy.

Dirt-Free Dreams

I grew up on a farm and was barefoot most of the time. I hated having dirt in my bed, so I would wash my feet in the sink as I brushed my teeth. 20 years later, I still gotta wash my feet before bed, even if my feet were just in socks all day.

Sneaky School Escapes

When I was a kid, my mom would occasionally send me to school, and then show up an hour later to get me out for an ‘appointment ‘. We would go to Pizza Hut, and go bowling instead! Maybe twice or three times a year, but it meant a lot to me. Now that I’m a mom, I do it for my kids. It’s really cool to just hang out sometimes, and play hooky.

Horn Honking and Sweet Memories

My dad used to take us kids driving at the weekends to the forest and other adventures, and he would unfailingly bang on the car horn randomly when driving along, and yell ‘ TOOT TOOT for chocolate!’ We would squeal with joy and all join in, and he would toot the horn a few more times, and we’d head to the nearest shop to go buy, you guessed it, chocolate. The absolute best. Always looked forward to that. Made me think my dad was the absolute bee’s knees. It’s the fun of the moment I remember, not the chocolate. Now I’m old, and I drive myself around, and sometimes especially when I’m on my own, I find myself honking the horn, and with the same battle cry, I head to the nearest shop. People must think I’m mad, but it always cheers me up, and I grin like a Cheshire Cat. Makes me feel close to Dad, and he, I’m sure, is tooting right along with me up there in the big sweet shop in the sky.

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The Bottom Line on Burgers

If I am putting the condiments on, like a hamburger or a chicken sandwich that is for myself, I have to flip the burger over to the non-cheese side. I take the bun off, place a dollop of condiment, sprinkle it with pepper, use a french fry or potato chip to spread the condiment, and finally sprinkle more pepper before putting the bottom bun back on and enjoying my burger.

If someone else prepares my burger, I can stand the condiment being on the cheese/bacon, but if I have control over the placement of the condiment, it has to be on the bottom of the burger. I am unable to put it on the top.

Muffled Flushes and Sibling Harmony

In my house growing up, the bathroom was next to my sister’s room. The toilet was against the wall that separated the bathroom from her bedroom. The pipes were really loud when water flowed through them, so from the time my sister was a newborn, we never flushed the toilet in the middle of the night to keep from waking her. I’m all grown up and out on my own, but I still never flush if I have to pee in the middle of the night.

Jingling Through Generations

Shortly after I would go to bed on Christmas Eve, my dad would walk around downstairs jingling some bells and saying ho ho ho. Of course, by the time I was a pre-teen, I knew it was just him and not Santa Claus, but he continued to do it for as long as I lived at home. Now that I’m married, my husband has adopted the practice, because I couldn’t stand the idea of a Christmas without that.

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Neck and Back Frontier

I get yelled at when I crack my neck. First of all, I also get really nasty sounding crunchy cracks in my neck, and also because my SO’s dad showed him a video of some kid who cracked his neck and paralyzed himself.

From what I understand, cracking your neck is really bad for you (obviously), but cracking your back isn’t so bad if you do it right because it can correct your cervical (neck) vertebrae. So I justify my cracking by saying I cancel it out by cracking my back. :p

Tiptoeing Through Childhood

When I’m barefoot, I always tip-toe.

I used to live in a two-floor house. My parents were downstairs, along with the kitchen and the living room, and my brothers and I were upstairs. My parents’ room was right below a room that connected both floors and had very creaky wooden flooring, so just walking or running on, it made enough noise for my mother to get mad. So I always tip-toed in that room. At home, I spent most of my time barefoot. I only wore socks for the rest of the day if I put on shoes.

So now, being barefoot is like a sign that I’m at home upstairs, so I have to tip-toe my way around so that my mother doesn’t yell. My calves are pretty strong now. I could walk like I was wearing invisible high heels.

Ear-Resistible Habits

I play with my ears, rub them, and such. I’ve no idea when or why it started, but I have done it for so much of my life I see no reason to stop now. Plus, I’ve done it for so long that I find it relaxing. People ask all the time what I’m doing, and when I tell them, they get a strange confused look on their faces, but hey, my wife says she thinks it’s cute.

Counting on the Clock

Whenever I glance at the clock, I have to add the digits up or play weird math games in my head. I had a lot of surgeries growing up that started in Kindergarten, right around the time you learn about all that stuff. It progressed from the numbers on the TV to the clock to whatever else I could find. It calms me down.

12:32, I could add the 1+2 and get 3 and multiply the 3 and 2 to get 6. And 3+6=9.

I barely graduated high school.

The Half-Glass Full

Not really out of my childhood yet, but this stems back to my much younger self that I still do now at 18.

When I was younger (even now), I loved milk. So, if I drank it with my meal, there would usually be little left, and I only got half a mouthful after I was done eating. This made me want more, but milk is expensive, so it wasn’t always that I could get another glass like that.

My solution was to try and leave at least half a cup for when I was done so I could have a really nice and satisfying mouthful. I don’t know why, but this made the milk 100x better for me.

Fast forward to now, and I rarely even touch the milk until I’m done eating (unless it’s a dry food), and I always make sure I have half a glass left for the mouthful of super satisfying premium milk at the end of my meal.

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Through the Looking Glass

Sometimes I would scare myself trying to see if I could outmaneuver my reflection because part of me wanted to believe that it was another world.

Today I’m not afraid of it, but sometimes when I’m having a bad day, I just look at myself in the mirror and pretend that my reflection is me in a parallel universe going through the same day. It comforts me because I know “he” is thinking the same thing, and “we” can sympathize with each other.

The Scent Detective

I smell anything I’m about to put in my mouth. Not sure where I picked that up from. But it started pretty early. And it doesn’t matter what it is. Gum, drinks, my toothbrush after I put toothpaste on it. I’ve even picked up smelling my dishes before I use them. Not sure it’s saved me from anything.

Paws to Pause

If I dropped food on the ground, I’d stop what I was doing to watch it and wait for the dog to come and eat it. As she got older, it took longer for her to find it. No matter how long it took, I’d wait.

We put her down recently, and the other night I found myself staring at a piece of cheese on the ground for about ten minutes before I remembered and picked it up.

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Bouncing into the Day

Do jumping jacks before literally anything

I used to be in gymnastics (I am male), and before most routines, I would do jumping jacks, and It just kind of stuck, now whenever I wake up, I do jumping jacks, and before I go to sleep, jumping jacks, I used to think I did it so the blood would flow and it would pump me up so I pump myself up For whatever I have to do that day

So I guess that’s kinda weird, but I do it.

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Citrus Catastrophe

I generally avoid orange juice. Once when I was young, I was sick and threw up in the middle of the night. It’s bad enough that you have to deal with parents who just don’t want to deal with cleaning up the mess because you’re a five-year-old, but also, what lingers, is the fact that a part of what made me throw up was the acidic taste of orange juice, matching my stomach acid, making me vomit.

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Signs of the Times

In middle school, we had an independent study project where you chose your topic and made a presentation on it. I chose to learn a bit of ASL (American Sign Language). I would practice at home and in school, and this led to me constantly doing sign language. It evolved into a bad habit, constantly signing random stuff when bored or nervous. I still do it sometimes… I wish I’d never chosen that topic.

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The Nose Knows

I have a perpetual itch on the bridge of my nose, directly between my eyes. I have no idea why. When I was in elementary school, I scratched it so much that eventually, scar tissue began to form on the spot. My dad pointed that out to me and told me I really should stop, but of course, it still itched. I figured out that if I crinkle my nose, it kind of scratches the itch that way, and it doesn’t leave any scar tissue.

20 years later, the itch and the scar tissue still haven’t gone away, but now I have an incredibly annoying involuntary nose-crinkling twitch to deal with, as well.

Nailing the Bite

bite my nails!

I’ve tried literally every method and can stop biting my nails for some time, but it just returns. the only thing that works for me is biting the nail, but not biting it off, but the temptation is way too real.

Art of Deconstructive Dining

I rip food apart when I eat. Mostly things like pizza or sandwiches. I had a friend who did this in elementary school, and I started doing it because I thought it would keep food from getting on my face. Now it’s just a habit and is actually messier than just taking a bite.

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Nasal Navigation

Picking my nose. I swear my nostrils are bigger because of this, and every time I go into the car, I pick my nose so I won’t pick it up in public. But the act of picking your nose so often, you may do it subconsciously… I’ve had friends see me pick my nose when I don’t mean to.

Fuzzy Guardian of Dreams

Once upon a time, there were monsters in my room. My parents didn’t believe me and left me to sleep in the room with the monsters, so obviously, I had to think of something fast.

So I took one of my teddy bears and put it on my head. I figured the teddy bear would make it look like I have horns, so the monster would think I’m also a monster and leave me alone.

That was 30 years ago. To this day, I still sleep better with that exact teddy bear on my head.

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The Coif Fidget

I twirl my hair between my thumb and index finger. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until someone points it out, and if they tell me to stop, I do for a little while, or I subconsciously switch hands/sides of my hair.

My only cure so far is to wear my hair up.

Also, I said it’s a bad habit because everyone around me gets so p*ssed off that I do it.

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Face the Swipe

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always done this weird thing where I’ll swipe my hand over my face without touching it. I just get this serious urge to do it, and if I don’t, I become really uncomfortable. As I got older, I managed to do it more discretely.

Cereal Detective

Looking through a bag of cereal for bugs.

When I was a kid, I grabbed a big bowl of Lucky Charms. It wasn’t until I was done eating I looked at the milk and saw little black dots, so I picked up the little black dot and squished it in my fingertips. I run into my kitchen to dump out the bowl of milk, and I see the cereal box still on the table, surrounded by these little black bugs. Just put it this way, I didn’t have lucky charms in my stomach after seeing that. So ever since then, unless it’s a new box, I will always check to see if there are bugs in my cereal.

Suck-cess in the Face of Challenges

Suck thumb, I’m 44. No matter what my parents did, it couldn’t stop me. I was abused, so that didn’t help. My mother decided one way to try and get me to stop was to slap my face as hard as she could when she saw me. I didn’t know when I sucked it during sleep, so I’d get violently awoken to a full frontal slap in the face. After this, I was scared to sleep. I was 6-7 years old when she started.

The Last Fry-standing

Ever since I was tiny, any time I’d get an order of French fries, I’d eat all of it except one hard end. I dunno why, but I’d end up with a little pile of hard fry ends.

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Milk-Warmed Morning

I heat up the milk in a microwave before I put it in my cereal. Been doing it for as long as I remember, and cold milk just makes it taste weird. Doubt I’ll ever change that habit.

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Knotty Nights

I stick my toes and fingers through the holes in crocheted blankets. It’s gotten to the point where it’s hard for me to sleep without my toes in a blanket. Also, I still sleep with my baby blanket in my bed (I’m 23). My last boyfriend did the same thing, so I could be open about it. But now when uh…I have visitors…I throw it in a corner and say it’s the cat’s blanket (and then feel guilty all night).