I have no weird or quirky habits.
I used to chew the paper wrappers on cupcakes until the flavor had all left.
These days I use the cellophane wrap of Lifesaver mints (individual wrap) as dental floss, I used to use the cellophane wrapping cigarette boxes that way.
M&Ms must be sorted to their color and eaten in proper order, yellow and green go first, red and blue are saved for last, sometimes red wins out, sometimes blue gets the final spot.
The 4th time I was sent to Vermont to live with relatives, I got off the bus in Albany and wasn't seen for a while (how I was found led to my decision a few years later to give teaching a whirl).
Let me go back to that late summer day...
I was born at 2:30 in the morning...my parents were not amused, neither were my brother and sister or the Rabbi and his wife (they lived below us). For unknown reasons my doctor was a rat...well Rat is part of his name...
Very little is known of our family history, which, given that what we do know shows wide spread insanity, is probably for the best.
In the 1st grade on the coldest day of the 1950s, I lost my mitten and had to trek home without it, I arrived late and was of course punished...for being late. Being late was a cardinal sin to my mother and I myself don't deal well with people who show up late. Mr.Hand in Fast Times At Ridgemont High, treated Spicoli (Sean Penn's character) in much the way I would have, if it hadn't been against the rules and regulations set up by the school board.
Once I emptied a salt shaker into my sister's fruit punch, she wasn't amused and thew a glass at me.
My brother was quite good at forgery, he wrote and signed excusal notes for me regularly.
I learned that hiding in plain sight was the best way to skip school (you didn't hear this from me. When permitted back in to the city for living, I soon discovered riding the Staten Island Ferry was a good way to fill a few hours, and usually get some free food and cigarettes. Unlike a friend of mine, I was fortunate and nothing bad happened to me. Often before riding the ferry or after, I'd take the subway to the end of the line, then start back and make transfers, taking another train to the end of the line.
When taking out a new book, I look at the end, to see where the final words land within a page. I get annoyed if there are only a few words on the final page. While reading there will be several checks on copyright year, which edition, how many editions, any other books by the author. Additionally I notice errors. When Leon Uris made several gaffes in Redemption, I was livid. Not just at him; but any editors, publishes etc. etc. involved in the book. Haven't read the jerks work since, and I won't. If he didn't care enough to properly lay out his book, he lacked self respect and there's no reason for me to line his pockets with money.
I despise Oprah Winfrey because of her book club. In 2 cases that I heard of, she did not 'discover' this fabulous new author. In one case, the author had been dead for 3o years and both books had been around a long while. Because of that, I won't touch any book that has her seal of approval.
It should be noted that my opinion of people who destroy book jackets is not a good one. Book jackets helped me to craft many book reports.
Because my English teacher in the first part of the 12 grade (senior year) objected to commas, I at times, will use them in excess.
I cannot diagram a sentence and don't want to.
Don't do long division either, never learned it...school changes were mostly responsible for that. Other than that I can do all sorts of things with numbers and convert letters to numbers with ease.
When I see a package that's been delivered for someone else, I'm constantly tempted to grab it for myself. The only time I actually did this was years ago. In one case it was several rolls of undeveloped film...later learned what that degenerate man did, and am fairly sure what the film was for. The other was a book, which I felt strange reading since it was stolen. Have no idea what happened to it.
Being somewhat double jointed even at my advanced age, I enjoy watching people cringe as I bend my fingers in odd directions and bring my thumb backwards to the underside of my wrist.
My ears can wiggle too, although I do have to stop and concentrate. This may be a hereditary matter, as my siblings can also do this. My sister's science teacher years ago, was able to do this as well and gave a performance for the class. Except for my sister, the students were impressed. Since it was a science teacher, it may be an ability reserved for science teachers and their family.
There are other things, but I don't think anything is particularly weird or shameful....at least not that I've listed. Maybe the film and book theft...