Bloody Church bells
I've just got to count them. Bong 2 3 4 5 ......
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 19:26, 2 replies)

When I read the front page
there were 256 entries, which pleased me because the number 256 works nicely in binary.
( Liquid Crystal, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 19:26, 2 replies)

I'm mostly normal.
Except for my habit of saying "Thank you" to sliding doors.
And the way certain words and phrases get stuck on repeat in my head. If you've ever had a chorus bouncing around inside your head, like that, except without the backing music.
I also lick my finger and use it to rub the inner corner of my eyesocket. What I think I'm achieving is anybody's guess.
I do store my CDs and LPs in alphabetical order but then again, anybody who doesn't is some kind of freak.
(Big D, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 19:08, 1 reply)

I hate my food
touching each other on the plate. Seriously, I'm like a toddler, it just bothers me and I don't know why.

And I have to eat things in order. Like if I'm having a roast, I have to eat my vegetables, roast potatoes, meat etc etc one at a time.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:49, 2 replies)

I am forever correcting people who say 'yeah I've got OCD' by telling them that actually, they're just a bit finicky.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:49, 1 reply)

When I'm reading a book and eating fruit
I carefully pull the sticker off the fruit and stick it on the book's back cover, inside or out as the mood takes me.

There are fruit stickers discreetly placed all over my home from the times when I haven't had a book handy.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:41, 1 reply)

My sisters bathing habits.
Sunday night is her bath night. If she's not going out and especially during school time when she has to go the next day then she likes nothing better than having a bath.

Her bathtime seems to go like this.

1. Run bath to the brim. Lie in own filth for between an hour and an hour and a half with a magazine/book. After time is up, get out, dry self off, let bath water out.

2. Rerun bath water. Get back in with shampoo and conditioner. Wash hair. Condition hair. Lie in suds for another half an hour.

3. Add an extra half an hour if need to nair self.

4. Dry self off, leave dirty towels, old clothes, sodden magazines and other debris on soaking wet bathroom floor for the next person who foolishly attemps to use the bathroom.

Surely this is not normal?
(Melody was not PMSing on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:40, 8 replies)

I've got a few of these...
I have to eat sweets e.g. Skittles, Smarties, Fruit Pastilles etc in order of inverse colour preference. i.e. yellow first, then green, orange, red and finally, the nicest ones - black/purple.

This is kind of true of most meals as well, and if it's something like a roast, I always like to have my last mouthful having at least one little bit of each constituent of the meal.

I hate having anything greasy or sticky on my hands. I end up washing my hands about 15 times whenever I cook a meal, and I'm physically incapable of putting my hand inside one of those huge bags of crisps (like the big Dorritos or Kettle Chips bags).

I've got a weird one where if I've just finished having a shower, and I turn the water off, the water that's on the shower control is somehow 'dirty', and I have to rinse it off again with the last dribble that comes out of the shower head.

Christ, I'm starting to realise i'm actually quite mental sometimes...

I found myself feeling quite agitated for a few days whenever I was down the pub with my mate Chris. I couldn't figure out why for a long time, and then I realised what it was.

His jacket had epaulettes on it with a popper fastener, and a little belt loop type thing that it was supposed to go under. One of them had obviously been pulled out at some time, and he'd popped it back in place, but without threading it under the loop.

As soon as I realised, I had to un-pop it, and re-do it properly, with the epaulette going under the loop bit.

He was understandably a bit bemused by the whole affair, but I actually felt a huge wave of relief wash over me, and I could finally properly relax in his presence again.

I think I am a proper mental.
( HoratioFellatio Taking the the out of psychotherapist, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:34, 4 replies)

When driving
I use my indicators when turning and occasionaly give way at intersections.

Everyone thinks I'm mad.
(Bo Nidle Coming back in from the cold., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 18:10, 2 replies)

This is relavent
I know its four years old but a mate of mine and his friends made it
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9frR3sc2Fw
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 17:37, Reply)

I have OCD...
although I refer to it as 'CDO' of course...
(mobi I completed the Internet on 'hard'. Twice., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 17:07, 1 reply)

Long post - no funnies
I apologise to objects when I knock them, even lightly. I eat food from least tasty to most tasty, so that I've got something to look forward to.

I used to have to check the front door multiple times when I go out, until I found that looking at my watch and memorising the time when I check the door helps.

I hate flies. Not all of them, just the big, buzzy bastards that like to fly around my head. I go mental when I'm trying to eat and a fly turns up. It's cos I was told that they vomit on their food to break it down. But I can't kill them - that's "bad karma", so I spend ages trying to shoo them outside or catch them in a glass to be released outside. This often leads to excessive hand cleaning. If I've touched something unclean, I have to clean my hands (and the faucet).

I can't touch something that's been on the floor. It's less bad at home, but there is almost no way I will touch something on the floor outside or in a public place. Strangely, this doesn't include my handbag. I don't even like tying my shoelaces if they've come undone and trailed on the ground. My fella will however pick things up off the floor, but bless him, he knows that I won't touch him until he either uses my portable handwash or washes his hands.

I hold my breath for at least 8 seconds when someone sneezes or coughs so I don't catch their lurgy. Sometimes I get caught in an infinite loop when lots of people cough or I get stuck on a number (often the number 16). It's tricky deciding whether or not to breathe while also trying to count.

I get distressed when I've lost something that I'm looking for, especially if it's something important like my chequebook. My fella does not feel that losing my chequebook is something to worry about, because "you can just get a new one and cancel any cheques (if it's been stolen)". That's just not good enough - I need to find the one I've lost. This led me to threatening him with physical violence because he said it wasn't important. It bloody well is important to me.

Apologies for dullness.
(farty_bumbum, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 17:04, 7 replies)

I always ensure that I remove all features that can identify the body
before dumping my wealthy ex wifes body and spending the rest of my life living it large on her private super yacht with a gaggle of the finest whores ill gotten gains can buy.
( Laird Dave Draws Now charges to take off his clothes., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 17:00, 2 replies)

A few
Mostly I prefer to wear boots over shoes.

When I do wear shoes, I will eventually speculate on an imagined higher likelihood of disabling ankle fractures. Which makes me shudder a bit. So I mostly prefer to wear boots.

I think it may have something to do with reading The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant as a teenager. Even though I'm not a leper.

I pick the skin from my lips

Sometimes until it bleeds, which is annoying at the time, but leads to more dry patches of skin that can be picked. I've done it since toddlerhood, and know it's not especially healthy or attractive. I mostly do it without thinking, especially when reading or watching an absorbing TV programme.

I have to keep my car and house keys separate

On separate keyrings, in separate pockets. My logic to myself is that if I lose my house keys, I'll still be able to drive to pick up a spare key entrusted to one of a couple of friends, my folks, etc. And if I lose my car keys, I'll still be able to get into my house when I do get home. But I've recently noticed that almost everyone I know keeps both car and house keys on the same keyring, which I find vaguely unsettling.

I always have to have some cash on me

I can leave the house without cash, if I have my cards and can get cash out as soon as I see an ATM. But leaving without cards or cash (if I forget, as I occasionally do) is deeply uncomfortable, like forgetting to wear trousers or something.

I hate wearing shorts out in hot weather, except at the beach

Shorts are fine for playing sports, or wearing around the house or garden, but going OUT?? Never.

I tell myself that Italians and Spaniards don't strip off to a pair of shorts the minute the sun comes out, but wear linen suits and both look and feel cool (rather than feeling cool and looking like a football hooligan outside a foreign bar).

But inside I know that it's because Richard Edwards called me "fatty" once in infants' school in about 1973.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:45, 3 replies)

Desserts.
It's a weird thing but every year, when summer arrives and the weather picks up, I set up a table in my garden and sell desserts. I'm not sure why, I think maybe I picked it up from my grandmother, she was always making cakes.
I used to concentrate solely on cheesecake, but in recent years I've branched out a bit. This year my little table was covered in all sorts of goodies; jellys, cheesecakes, sponge cakes, butter cakes, bread and butter pudding, all sold to the people who live on my street.
I must say, it is a trifle bazaar.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:42, 3 replies)

Several...
Loading the dishwasher. The cutlery in the cutlery tray have to be either symmetrical, or the opposite of symmetry, for example I'll put a spoon in the one side on the left, and on the other side, it'll go on the right.

This goes especially for the teaspoons.

If I'm reading something online, like b3ta, I find myself absent-mindedly highlighting then unhighlighting the text above or below the bit I'm reading. Also, I have to scroll down as I read so that the line I'm reading is always at the very top of the page, or at least the first line of the paragraph that I'm reading.

When walking down a road where there are lots of cars parked at the side, I have to try and make sure that I'm behind a parked car whenever a moving car drives by. If I can't make it at the pace I'm going, I shift into an undignified little sprint to make it to the safety of a parked car, and if I can't make it, I have to use mental powers to protect myself from whatever-the-fuck would happen to me if I'm caught exposed by the villainous moving car.

When having sex I like t- oh yes. I don't get laid.
(SoneMe, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:29, 1 reply)

My computer
has this strange habit of switching to a porn site everytime my mother walks in.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:25, Reply)

I've got a few, I have to count along the dials on the cooker four times to make sure I've switched them off.

I have to look behind me when I walk away from my front door to make sure I haven't left a cat outside.

I used to do it a lot but still sometimes have to put a CD/DVD in it's case with the text the right way around.
(Mitchell Gant, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:04, Reply)

christ i might be busy this week
quick one to kick off

if mrs spimf is trying to discuss something serious and i'm getting frustrated or just want to throw her off track i'll reach over and 'unscrew' the top of her head - just like a jar of sweets.

to say it freaks her out is an understatement - she HAS to screw her head back on the exact degree and number of turns. naturally this looks every bit as bonkers as she is.

works particularly well in public places
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 16:02, 4 replies)

When there were phone boxes
I used to make a habit of answering any one that I passed and happened to hear ringing, just so I could inform the poor soul on the other end that they'd dialled a call box and should hang up. Otherwise they might keep trying the number again and again, wondering why friends/lovers/relatives weren't answering and eventually be driven to despair.

Anyway I carried on being a good Samaritan in this regard for many moon until one day, passing a phone box not far outside my house, I answered it and was surprised to find the person on the other end chatting away to me like an old friend.

After I moment I realised this was because the person on the other end of this random phone box that I'd randomly answered was in fact my Dad.

The sheer staggering strangeness of the co-incidence freaked me out to the point where I don't answer phone boxes any more.
(MattDP (Squiggle), Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:56, 8 replies)

Backgammon in the bog
I always play backgammon on my phone when having a dump. If I can't find my phone it really spoils the whole event for me. If this happens first thing in the morning I have to delay the event altogether whilst I waddle round the house, butt cheeks clenched, looking for it.

That's not the strange bit.

Once settled, before I can possibly allow anything out, I have to have completed my first backgammon move - regardless of the discomfort (and sometimes distress) I might be in.

The worst is when I've had a big curry the night before and the phone gets to go first - and then 'thinks' about it's move for a few seconds.

Bastard phone.
(Juan - King of Donkeys shut the fuck up on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:48, Reply)

I
don't really have any habits like this but I always always have to watch the clock tick over from :59 to :00 especially midnight. There's nothing quite as erie as seeing the clock go from 23:59 to 00:00 and in a second it's a new day.
(tb2571989 dies at precisely, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:40, Reply)

Left
I can’t, for the life of me, walk on the right hand side of people. If I end up on the right of someone I get all anxious and antsy and have to zip back to left as soon as I can or the world will go wrong. I have tried to break this ridiculous habit, but it’s just too hard! My brother likes to mess with me (not in that way, you dirty minded monkeys) by walking on the edge of a curb or right next to a wall, forcing me to walk behind him. It makes me cry a little.
(Beacon, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:36, Reply)

My brother constantly does 'equals'
We had a phase of it as kids, but I grew out of it and he didn't.

The idea is that both sides of your body have to be 'equal', so if you brush one elbow against a wall or stroke a dog with one hand you have to do the other too.

I like to gently touch his forearm as I walk past. Not only does he then feel compelled to 'equal' it by, say, touching the exact corresponding spot on the other forearm against a doorpost, he then has to blow the germs off both arms in turn. This can go on for a minute or two until he's all equal again.

I stand by, pointing and laughing. We're both over 50.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:29, 1 reply)

Whenever I play Streetfighter 2 (On the snes - natch. Ice cold experience on the widescreen) I have HAVE HAVE to play as Chun-li
My mum always goes as Ryu, blanka or gyule(running score: MUM - 75, MOI - 122: TAKE THAT MUM!) but she complains that I should go as someone else. Its not just that I've got the moves down (cos I do. I own.) its just that she's attractive. In a strange way, she reminds me of me - it may be that she has the same hair tone as me and my mum but it just sometimes sends me loopy!

My mum once threw down the controller and said she wouldn't play anymore until I changed character.

I wrote her this note and left it on a bottle of pepsi in the front room.

"Mum,
I wanted to address your hideaous behaviour last night - just because fictional characters can look attractive, it's not like you want to run off and marry them or anything but hey part of the reason why I play as Chunliis because she has a nice pair o knockers. Is it wrong? no, it's purely harmless, i.e "fictional character" Why does it bother you? that's the wierd thing.

I cleaned up the crisps you spilled.
Hot White Cum, YEAH!
"

Yours
Hot White Cum, YEAH!
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:28, 1 reply)

A guy a worked with
Would NOT have any socks but black, and was visbily irritated by people wearing socks with patterns or (horror) pictures on them.

If someone gave him socks at Christmas which were not black, he'd throw them away.

Of course everyone in the office had to wear "silly" socks all the time once this was discovered.
(fridgefreezer inserted a topical reference into his sig on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 15:24, 3 replies)

monopoly
this one is quite particular to my family.
as kids, my sisters, brother, cousin and i were very fond of playing monopoly(and in my cousin's case, stealing from the bank). whenever one of us would land on water works, everybody would shout "WA-TER-WORKS!", then bang on the table seven times. none of us know how or when this started, but we still do it now.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 14:45, 7 replies)

When I look at porn
I have to masturbate.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 14:44, 5 replies)

Mrs WaxdArt
would try to get me into her OCD world. I was compelled to ask her if she likes being told to fuck off.

And after reading a lot of these I am compelled again, to tell you all that you are all fucking mental!!!

It's fun to read. Girls seem to be the most mental so far.
(waxdart hello., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 14:39, Reply)

Whenever I've had a lot to drink

I have this bizarre habit of behaving like a twat.
(fibonacci_cunt cunt, cunt, cuntcunt, cuntcuntcunt,..., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 14:38, 1 reply)