There are many unusual things I do, especially in my morning tea-making rituals in which I say various things to the dogs in various accents and characters while my family sleeps like Bobo making a sandwich, but I think I will start with- when I get out a spoon for the tea, I have to say, “spoon” in the most Scottish way possible. And sometimes “spoony-spoon.” And then escalating to the word almost anyone can say in a Scottish accent, “murder.”
Bonus unique weirdness: When I get out the milk, I call it meeeee-ulk. This went back to a game I played with my daughter when she was a toddler where I’d get her milk and say, “meeeee-ulk” and she’d smile and say “mik” and we’re repeat it a few times. So ever since, it’s been meeeee-ulk in my mind.
I sort my M&Ms before I eat them. Only the plain ones. The others I’ll just eat. But M&Ms must be sorted by color. I’ll take a handful and then put one of each color in a little group. I’ll do that so I have piles of one of each color and then when one color runs out, I’ll make other piles still sorted by color until I have individual M&Ms of the only color left. Then, when I eat them, I will first eat the individual M&Ms and then the groups of two and then three and so on until I only have the complete group of colors left and will eat those last.
My parents have a ton of marbles that my nieces and nephews play with…and their aunt also plays with. If my family is sitting around talking and the kids aren’t playing with the marbles, I’ll sit down with the marbles and beginning sorting the marbles by color. Don’t worry. I don’t eat them. But I will continue sorting the marbles by color until every marble is in a pile. In this case, I’ll put all the yellow ones together, all the green ones together, etc. I’ll even get to the point where I evaluate the different clear marbles to make sure that they don’t have a blue hue to them. If they do, they have to go with the blue marbles instead of the clear marbles. My younger brother frequently will notice me doing that and will mess up my groupings. Once, one of his kids started helping me sort them and he told me I was warping their minds.
I point out local continuity errors of people outside in Southern California in movies. Little Miss Sunshine comes to mind near the end. 405/10 interchange cutting immediately to a hotel in Ventura, enough said.
I thought the long Torrance to Long Beach trip in Riding with Death was ridiculous.
I have some bad news for you. Or good news, if you like company. I find I am either more likely to do this, or more likely to notice I’m doing it, when I’m under a lot of stress. I also find myself idly sorting my French fries by size and then eating them smallest to largest.
Also regarding M&Ms, when I eat them I often turn them in my mouth so I’m biting on the very edges with my incisors hoping to split the shell in half. I probably got that from doing the same with sunflower seeds as a kid.
I don’t mind that at all. And I will say that it probably was somewhat a reaction to stress for me as well. I did it most often during the last decade when my whole life was in a constant state of flux. I’m sure, at least subconsciously, there was a degree of at least I can control this going on in my head.
I will do that occasionally, but what I do more often with the peanut butter M&Ms is I will bite very gently in the hopes of breaking off the just the chocolate and leaving the peanut butter whole and undisturbed.