Things you would never admit to IRL because they'd think you were weird!

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This is a topic that's been going round in my head lately as a thought popped into my mind a few weeks back and is becoming the itch that can't be scratched!

As I was driving home one day, I saw a random lorry with a place name on the side that I didn't recognise, and I thought "I wonder where I'd end up if I just followed that lorry?"

This has now become a regular topic of thought, wondering how long I'd drive for before I gave up following someone and just went home. Or wondering if they might see me driving behind them and realise I'm following them (that would be an awkward convo with the police - "why are you following that vehicle", "Well, officer, I was a bit bored and just wondered where they were going and thought I'd tag along"!)

In my head I've even gone so far as to thinking that if I were single it could be a nice day out! Pack an overnight bag, hop on the motorway and choose a vehicle to follow to see where I end up. Eventually give up and find a hotel for the night (or give myself enough time to drive home again if I couldn't find anything).

So... I realise I am weird for thinking this, but MN is a "safe space" where we can all admit our oddities without being outed, so what are yours?!

When our cats would bring in mice/dormice, we would pop them in a box and take them to our local field and let them loose there but I'd lie awake worrying that we'd put them miles from their home, and they had a wife/husband and kids who were waiting for them to come home with their dinner. I'm so ridiculous 🙄

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Please do participate in the MN Baby Names section. It would add a je ne sais quoi to threads.

I wonder about the global distribution of my cat's hairs.

Do you get people to say certain words so you can have the taste? You could set yourself up an amazing tasting menu. Or is it intermittent?

I too used to think about grains of sand I’d “imported” from the beach, to the other end of the country.

i used to imagine what it would be like seeing out of my toes, instead of my eyes. If I wore sandals, I’d imagine my toes being glad to see. I used to imagine the restricted view my toes would have from fisherman’s sandals; and I once found out what it would actually be like, when I wore specs to mimic partial sight, which were mostly opaque, with a few small holes.

@HebeMumsnet As for wasps on the underground, it was once discussed on New Scientist that pigeons sometimes enter the carriages, and appear to deliberately travel on the underground.

As a child, I used to massively overthink the game pin the tail on the donkey, and I still do, if I see it being played. Why a donkey? Who invented the game? How did the donkey lose his tail? Why does the host ask each child "can you see?" Why does she spin them round? And when it was my turn, why can't I see the pattern on the scarf? (This puzzled me every time!) And the first time I played it, aged five, nobody explained how the game worked: the smiling party mum told me to go first, said whoever got it closest would win, gave me the tail, and I confidently went and pinned it in the right place. 😊My world came crashing down when she told me I had to be blindfolded! 😓

And when I see it being played now, I ask myself: why do they use that silly cardboard mask, instead of a proper tied scarf to make sure there is no cheating?

Aw that’s actually lovely and not crazy at all .
my pigeon I’m certain it’s the same one , they stare at me through the window while they’re at the bird feeder 😆

My dog would sound like Mickey Flanagan 🤣 he’s going out out

There is one where they clean out ear wax..... strangely compelling to watch!!!! 🤢😂😂😂

It's called maladaptive daydreaming. I've done it all my life too.

I do this too, it’s one of my OCD coping mechanisms. It was only when my OCD got so bad that it was diagnosed that I realised it was linked to the intrusive thoughts. Weird how the brain works!

Oh dear god, thanks for that! I now know that I'm going spend the rest of my life looking at strangers hands to see if they're hiding their thumbs and wondering if they're you!! 👍

My entire family do this!

@annabofana I love hulahooping to steer cars!! Can you imagine the chaos? Or we'd all have incredible abs... fantastic, thank you for the laugh!

I often wonder what future archaeologists will find from our era and whether they will correctly interpret what things were and how we lived (eg. if they find remnants of a huge, ornate shopping centre might they assume it was some sort of palace/place of worship or will they know what it was). DH is convinced that future historians will have so much photographic/video evidence that they won't have to guess but I wonder if there will actually be much evidence available in thousands of years as all the digital information will have become obsolete.

I sometimes have dreams where I have killed someone (either someone who was going to hurt me, or by accident) and have to hide the body. When I wake up it takes me a few minutes to realise it's not true and for the rest of the day I feel uneasy, like I may get found out at any time.

If I'm making a cup of tea I put the teabag in the cup or pot then before I pour the water lift it out to check that a mouse hasn't fallen in as I have an irrational fear of scalding a mouse to death.
We don't have mice in our house and generally the cup/pot has been in my sight the whole time

I wave at trains that pass through my local station,....😁

I have taken to offering my children’s friends Orange Squash, Blackcurrant squash or Dinosaur wee to drink when they come over for play dates…. My 7 year old thinks is brilliant… my tween rolls her eyes… but because it’s scientifically and factually correct (ish) she secretly thinks it’s funny….
back to the thread… when I was a teenager my friend and I would walk past people and decide what colour/pattern underwear they were wearing under their everyday clothes… not if it was racy or the type you would buy from the AnnSummers catalogue… but ‘pink spots’ leopard print, bogey green etc… it started when our school declared that all underwear should be plain dark for pants and plain white for bras/vests… and we obviously decided that the teachers were ‘no way’ following the rules! We are now in our 40’s and can help ourselves when we are out together halfway through a sentence one of us will just mutter a colour pattern under our breath… with a nod/eye flash towards who it is… it never fails to bring a smile… and reminds us of our ‘care free days’

Don't know if this has been shared.

I love the smell of myself - esp armpits. Since I was maybe a teenager. I don't sweat a lot. In fact hardly.

Or drank milk from the same Cow twice

I like to completely revisualise regular boring routes when driving as if I have never seen them before. Sometimes I can switch to it, sometimes not.

Reading novels, if set in the countryside, I place all the houses, characters etc in a village I holidayed in so happily as a child. I can relive being there.

I love small spaces, once had a small caravan, so cosy, and a highlight has been a trip on the Orient Express. Sleeper trains are my idea of bliss.

Ah, you've made me feel much less weird. I've had an imaginary world too that I drift into, usually last thing at night, since I was 14 (40 years ago). It's changed over the years, and is often based on tv or film characters, but with my own stories - I guess like a sort of fan fiction in my head! There's always a theme of me being lost and found by a caring older person. As I got older, I did wonder if this was some way of dealing with me being adopted as a baby, although I was always very happy in real life and didn't feel 'lost'.

I like to completely revisualise regular boring routes when driving as if I have never seen them before. Sometimes I can switch to it, sometimes not.

I don't think that's weird but rather nice. I'm going to try it tomorrow!

Another “covering my eyes” one (I loved being blindfolded as a child) is one I do when relaxing in the garden. My DP blindfolds me, spins me round and sits me in a chair, so I don’t know which way I’m facing. I just sit there and listen to what I can hear: the birds, distant traffic, and so on. Sometimes I feel my cat rubbing up against me. I imagine the garden coming to life around me. If I hear my DP moving about, I try to point at him, as if I’m playing keeper of the keys.

I love little surprises, and my DP loves to paint my nails for me. Sometimes I’m blindfolded, and I ask him to surprise me with the colour. On one occasion (my idea), he did my toes, and then put shoes on me, and I spent a few hours wondering what colour my toenails were. 😛