I like to tell myself that I don't have many irrational beliefs, but - having been heavily influenced by cartoons and comics as a child, I'm a sucker for the pathetic fallacy. I have this nagging notion in the back of my mind that I should be nice to things like computers because they might, they just might have some type of human feelings.
NOW, I don't let this rule my life, and it's not a delusion that hampers my decision making ability. I just think it's very sad to see, for instance, a child's toy thrown away in the street.
The thing that really gets me though, is that I read a short story when I was very, very young about this girl who got into an elevator and complained loudly that the elevator was slow. The elevator retaliated by taking her to hell. As I said, I was very young, and that scared the beejesus out of me. To this very day, if I'm alone in an elevator, and it seems like it might be ready to fail, but then starts back up again, I say something like, "Thanks, elevator", because I'm still a little scared it might take me to hell. I have a friend who is very impatient, and she sometimes complains that an elevator is slow. I always tell her not to say that and that the elevator is doing a great job and we all appreciate all the elevators in the world. Of course, she's in on the joke, so she doesn't think I'm insane when I say this.
I cannot see a plastic six-pack holder thingee without picking it up and using my multitool keychain to cut through all the hole-y bits, so that it doesn't end up hurting some seagull or some poor thing halfway around the world.
I know Scrym pride themselves on their more-Vulcan-than-Vulcan uber-rationality, but come one: In a forum full of geeks, someone has to have some weird obsessions/compulsions/ or irrationalities. Please tell us about them here.
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The only thing I can think of is my car. I pat it on the hood whenever I get ready to get into it.
I also have compulsions to stamp out still-smoking cigarette butts, but luckily that is significantly less of an issue in my new location.
I also yell at people on TV for being stupid, wrong, presenting something in a skewed way, or for really bad writing.
Am I just an optimist? I don't think so. In general, I'm an incredibly misanthropic pessimist about everything. Is it retroactive thinking (see the result, re-write my own memories or thoughts regarding the situation)? I don't think so, I'm fairly analytical. I just feel lucky.
First and only time in a Cassino, $150 off the first bet. Never bothered to try again.
I did buy a lottery ticket once. It didn't win. So I'm not THAT lucky.
Let's see, other ones include:
- I have lots of lucky items, like lucky jewelry or tshirts or pens, which are used in different specific situations. Some guard against getting sick, some are good for traveling, and some are for taking tests. I know it is superstitious, but I am a sucker for luck. I think it is a little bit to do with OCD.
- I always worry about getting rare, deadly diseases when I am stressed out. If I am feeling bleh, my first thought is that it must be rabies or something. "It isn't a zebra" and all that notwithstanding.
- Also, Scott, I argue with the TV when there is political stuff I disagree with and Rym reminds me "They can't hear you."
As a holdover from being an angry teenage female supremacist, I still find it hard to disagree with something if a woman says it, even if it's fundamentally against everything I stand for. For example, if there is a debate between a woman and a man, and the woman says that we should bomb every country ever because everyone is the terrorists, I feel a stabbing guilt for disagreeing, like it's sexist to hold a different opinion than a woman (or that I'm sexist for favouring whatever argument the guy is putting forth)
Also, I'll mutter threats to code that I'm working on when it's glitching on me.
I have a need to organize things in some kind of pattern before I can actually work with them. A pattern of some sort accompanies anything I do. If I start snapping my fingers in a rhythm, I can't do anything else until I finish the pattern.
I can't talk on the phone and do anything else (consciously) because the phone takes my entire focus.
I am almost incapable of talking without hand gestures. If I sit on my hands, my eloquence declines, and moreover, I feel incredibly uncomfortable when talking with immobilized hands. And yes, I make hand gestures at people to whom I am speaking on the phone.
Whenever I am eating a salty snack, if I am holding a subunit of that snack in my hand, I will gently and compulsively shake that item. I think it's an effort to dislodge excess salt, but it's actually completely unconscious on my part.
It's not that I in any way believe in such spirits that control the traffic lights, but that's just a silly habit I have developed.
I hate books in the bathroom because they will get bathroom germs. They don't belong there!
I sometimes believe in good luck/bad luck, but not as much as I did a few years back.
5 1 8 4
6 2 7 3
I often find myself tapping my fingers in that order, or moving my jaw to follow that motion, or finding someway to express it in physical movement. Shit's kinda weird.
-I also tend to look to technology as valuable and generally a positive thing, because it kept me from drugs when still living in my small town. Seriously, when everyone you know is doing some fowl, you can always look to the internet to talk to people.
-I'm a bit paranoid over why people like to portray small towns as "Honest, Hard-working, beacons of Morality and Wisdom." So not the fucking truth. >_>
-Sometimes when I listen to a podcast, I'll just set and concentrate on what I'm hearing, even though I could easily multi-task.
-I'll easily keep on the TV just for background noise, mild distraction, food ideas.
I still get that feeling occasionally now, but weakly.
I also hate it when my mom's the first person to congratulate me for my birthday. it often makes it take a turn for the worse.
I shout at the TV too, during football matches (No, you gotta block Messi, ya idiot!), and I correct news anchors when they pronounce something in english badly (which is 99% of the time).
I name my stuff too, and at times thank them for their hard work or curse at them.
Whenever I'm angry and I feel like screaming out what I feel, I feel ice in my throat, literally. Feels like I swallowed a chunk of ice and the skin feels cold to touch. It's weird.
I'm very messy, but when I stay at someone else's house, I become extremely tidy and fastidious. I also feel pain (no kidding) when something's off-key. For some odd reason (called absolute pitch), I can tell if something's not on tune for 1/3rd or 1/4th of a tone, so it grates my nerves if someone's being off-key on purpose. Makes me want to go deaf. The advantage is that I can tune a guitar without any tuning devices!
I also hate to throw anything into the trash if I'm not home. SO my pockets are full of bots of paper and such.
I'm suuuuuuuuuuuch a weirdo!
I leave a tiny amount of wine in my glass as a sort of libation, though I've been known to cheat when the wine is particularly fine.
I'm an extremely light sleeper so if they start closed, any of them opening will wake me up and I can then wake James up to save me from whatever is trying to get me.