Freaky behaviour

I don't eat cold meat unless it's schnitzels. Everything else is disgusting.
If I find one single bone in my piece of fish while I'm chewing, I get awful gag reflex and can't finish the meal.

I eat kiwis whole with the skin on them, like chomping into and apple.

I only eat pangasius fillets, canned tuna and trout. The trout is the only one that can have bones, but they're usually pretty visible.

cumin/curry reminds me of old sweaty indian guys where I first lived so it's hard for me to eat anything that is heavily spiced with these seasonings.

I never reheat anything. Sometimes this backfires though--cold pot roast is pretty disgusting but I was hungry.
I love limburger and onion sandwiches--those were a treat growing up but I can't find too many people with the same affinity as an adult.

I couldn't live life without mackerel or even tinned sardines.

Is your refusal to eat other fish trauma based?

Me too! Or any unexpected texture with meat, if a bit is different to the rest, or gristle in sausages - ugh! I'm feeling sick right now.

I don't get as bothered with fish bones, I can usually carry on if a little bone is left there and I'm okay with mackerel though I find it so disappointing that it has that texture.

Drinking tap water at other people's houses - shudder. I will have a water if I really need to but it makes me feel kind of queasy and it always tastes different. And why is their water so warm? It gives me the creeps. My tap water is beautiful, they could bottle it!

No, I just don't like the smell and taste of other fishes. And I only started eating fish in my teens, I never ate it when I was a kid.

I also HATE everything about liver. The taste, the smell, the mere typing of the word here makes me cringe. I do love pate de foie gras, though.

I have a problem with reheating almost anything in the microwave. The texture always gets ruined because microwaves cook so weird. I'd rather eat cold noodles or a cold piece of pizza than microwave it.

And not only do I cry when someone's slicing onion in the same room, but it's almost like an allergy, I get a rash and my face gets all red and don't just have a few tears, it's like those cartoons where rivers flow out of Tom's eyes. That and it's the same with leek. I cry if someone slices leek.

Big S, we do not have a microwave. One of mum's quirks. Bread oven, popcorn maker, electric orange squeezer or whatever it's called, mixers, a blender, a toaster, a portable grill, but no microwave oven. "It alters the chemical composition of food."

You guys are freaks.

Frozen foods bother me in general, too. I try to avoid those unless it's frozen veggies or it's a culinary emergency.

Also, when we make sandwiches with the panini maker, they're so gross with heated mayo on them. Makes me ill.

Why would you make sandwiches with mayo in the first place?

It's yummy. Sometimes i dip my fries in it.

Sometimes I dip my fries in mustard.

You all have strange conceptions of what "the freaky stuff" is.

Stop bitching and get posting. You can outdo us and be King Freaky if you like!

I have this habit of picking my nose at the urinal at work. It seems discreet and nobody's gonna look at me anyway. So back when i hated my job, i'd flick my goods on the wall. There was an alarming amount of boogers up there for a time.

That made me laugh. I don't have a problem with tap water unless it's at my friend's parent's place. They live in Kennedale. Kennedale water tastes like buttgutter.

Was this actually meant to be a food thread?

Mayonnaise is really gross.

Unless you are eating it on leeks or artichokes.

Or tuna, I suppose.

Green olives with pimentos are fantastic, especially with tuna. But not if there is mayonnaise with the tuna.

I think I am hungry. All I've had today is a banana.

I scream at myself in my car when I'm driving sometimes. Oftentimes it is because I can't stop goofing around and it's just me yelling to shut the fuck up.

You should've heard me when I learned of a funny way to say "Gorgonzola cheese". I couldn't stop. So...I shouted at myself.

You are so Rant.

Once a year, I'll eat (for days) liverwurst and mayo on toasted wheat. Like for lunch and dinner for 3 days or so. Then go off it for a year or two.

yeah i'm not sure what this thread is about. if i was supposed to be about food habits or not. I have a lot of freaky shit to share...okay maybe not.

Earlier today it showed that I was logged on something like five times at once.

That freaked me out.

Logging out from every computer source I had didn't make them all go away.

After having locked the door, I will try to open it again, to see if I really actually just did lock it a second ago.

On rare occassions I'll be walking towards the stairs, then decide to turn around, go back and try once more.

I do that, too.

I also have to check if I've taken my pill every night, it's become a reflex and before going to bed I open my wallet and check if the day's pill is gone. I never forget to take it.

I leave very, apparently, odd notes to myself tacked around. But the make sense to me.

Which may be why people started buying me little signs that say weird thing, I suppose.

I am also prone to behavior such as getting drunk and staying up until four painting a mural on my kitchen wall, because the fancy strikes me.

Or chopping all my hair off without warning.

Or walking around with no shirt (in public when I was young).

Once, I gave birth on my bed when I was fifteen just because people had an attitude about the idea.

No really freaky behavior, just, not really caring if people think it is normal behavior.

And a good third of the reason I go so all out on my yard every Halloween is because I hate my stuck up Mormon neighbor so much.

Get on my bad side? Blood and Gore! Deal with it!

ha.

Oh yeah... I just remembered I took my cat to the market last Halloween and it escaped and tore the place up.

market guy still loves me anyway, laughed at me about it next time I was in.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I post in a thread a lot of times in a row.

I find the idea of Imke rewinding on the idea of stairs highly cute and amusing.

I really need to get contents insurance.

This is a thread for freaky stuff. Checking to see if the car you just locked truly is locked or that you took birth control is not freaky.

OCD is often freaky.

I don't look at it as normal behaviour, but I guess calling it freaky is taking it a bit far.

As far as I'm concerned, you won this thread.

Well... I thought it was rather odd of me to be logged in from five different places at once.

To take a brief backtrack to the "Freaky Things&Food" part of this topic,

Zach opened a can of tuna and made himself a sandwich after school, then several bites in he found a fin.

Or, more, a piece of a fin. Those fish are pretty big, a whole fin wouldn't fit in that little six ounce can.

When I've been doing my shit for a few weeks, going as long as that without saying a word, and then I have to go somewhere or do something, I find it helps to 'reactivate' my face and voice. I use a combination of vocal exercises that I learned from commentators, and because it works the face and the voice, I do a series of impressions I have memorized, mostly from Jack Nicholson, Al Pacino, and Christopher Walken scenes/interviews. Then I'll switch my workout up to include all of the lip curling, muscle orgasm exercises that force your face to contort; holding a weight out at arm's length for 3 minutes or so is the most effective.

At times when I have a job, I don't need to do any of this, but to transition from work-mode --where I have to fake smile and pretend to care about things while dealing with people I can't stand-- I'll come home, turn all the lights off, turn the shower on cold, and sit outside of it on the bathroom floor, on my housecoat, for ten or fifteen minutes, the idea being to empty the mind by way of concentrating on something that doesn't have enough substance to enthrall you: the sound of water running.

I think a lot of people, especially those who care about their jobs, can benefit from some variation of the second thing. If you find you can't get particulars about your job off your mind, and it's annoying your spouse or cat or whatever, at least just change your clothes, have a shower. Especially if you're still dressed for work; you're gonna get home and work will stay with you, you will reek of the coal mine nigga.

Most good sociable people would consider the freaky part of that that you go weeks without speaking.

I've gone days without speaking. It's strange but there's something calming about not having to say a word.