What things are you a complete weirdo about?

[GordyMatthewson]

I'm really weird about laundry. I genuinely love it. In my glory hole, I have a liquor cupboard type arrangement but for laundry products. I get genuinely excited when there's a big spill or when its bed change day and I have to do laundry. DP and I watched a TV programme once about domestic labour which said women tend to do the 'dirty jobs' even when domestic labour is fairly equally split. DP started making a conscious effort to do the laundry. I warned him off on pain of death 😂

I'm also really weird about buying plants. I love browsing for plants but I get huge anxiety whenever it comes to actually making a decision and buying them. I get all overwhelmed with worries about them dying or looking shit. It's not at all about fear of wasting money on them, I have no idea what it is. Garden centres are like an out-of-body experience for me: I am so calm when browsing around all the lovely things and then a nervous wreck when it comes to actually picking some plants up.

I'm otherwise a completely normal, functioning, rational, professional woman. At work, I'm unflappable and I have a generally pretty relaxed outlook on life. But washing and plants send me a bit bonkers.

What are you weird about?

Completely agree! Now I need to add another thing to my list

Plus they remind me of my late-FIL berating me for stealing a poor pandas dinner for my feet!

I'm the only one allowed to wash dishes as they have to be stacked onto the drainer a certain way 🤣 one time my son washed them n I stood there telling him where to put each item..... Also have to be washed in a certain order too haha

Yes to love doing laundry, I think it’s order from chaos. Always wash dishes in a certain order depending on how they go on the drainer. Clothes are colour coded hanging in wardrobe. I arrange and wipe out my fridge about twice a week.

I don’t like drinking water from a mug or china cup either. It just tastes wrong.

Has to be glass (or plastic glass) or beaker.

Discussed this with my dd yesterday, we decided even numbers, numbers divisible by 5 or 3 were okay (we’re both fine with 27), but people happy to have the volume on a prime number are psychopaths. Have no idea why this is important but it feels off to not have a preference.

Crumbs in the butter or condiments/cream cheese. I am obsessive about the butter and cream cheese being scraped in a particular way in the tub and not double dipping after spreading. I have twice as many knives and teaspoons for this reason. Jams etc must be dropped from a spoon and never ever stick your buttery knife in the jar. I didn’t grow up like this, two housemates at university caused me to adopt these habits.

I know it’s shallow but I get the ick if a man has ginger in his facial hair (if his head hair is not ginger). The mismatch irks me.

Ah man you lot are weeeeeird! 😂

Back when I ate wheetabix, I could only ever have one. Any more and it’d make me gag.

I don’t care about odd socks, I’m happy to pair up socks from the same ‘sock family.’ So if it’s those ones with the coloured toes say, I don’t care if the colours match. Apparently this makes me very odd according to my DH.

I'm weird about certain things in my everyday routine. For example showering, I have to have rinsed my hair a certain number of times before I feel 'done'. I don't know what that number is and it's nothing to do with there still being product in my hair, but I feel like I have to have moved my head or hands in a particular way before I'm finished. It's really hard to explain. Similar to applying moisturiser, I have to do it in a very particular way but if you ask me to describe what that is, I can't. All I know is that if I'm in a rush and can't do these things I feel like I'm not ready properly.

I also have to clean in a very methodical way but that stuff all makes sense to me, eg washing up before wiping down surfaces. Sometimes DH starts wiping stuff down when there's still a few things to wash up and that drives me insane!

I hate the feel of anything wet/damp on my dry clothes ( when I’m wearing then)
If I’m washing up and water gets on my cuffs, it feels horrible and I have to change my top. Same with walking on something wet on the floor with socks on, it’s just so uncomfortable.
Weirdly, I don’t mind getting rained on, that doesn’t bother me.

A fly in the house, I can’t relax knowing it’s buzzing around so I have to get it out immediately.
I will literally chase it round the room, trying to usher the daft thing out of the window or door. My DCs think it’s hilarious. Dh can catch them with his hands, but that freaks me out, I don’t want one buzzing in my hands.

Cannot bear people seeing or asking what I am reading. I have to have the right seat on public transport in order to open a book that no-one can see. I don’t read anything particular out there- just cannot stand other people seeing my books.

I cannot have my volume dial on a prime number.

I have to mop the floors in my house twice a week. I feel like a tramp if I don't.

When I’ve finished a boiled egg, I have to turn the shell upside down and put a hole in it. To stop witches using them as boats.
I’ve done this since a child, no idea where I got it from.

When pegging my washing on the line I have to have two pegs of the same colour on each garment. I just can't cope with two different coloured pegs. 😅

Sounds like you have synesthesia

Being on time. Just turn up when you’re meant to. I hate lateness

If I’m trying to remember something - usually something inconsequential that’s bugging me purely because I can’t remember it - I have to say it out loud once I do remember, even if there’s nobody there. It’s as if I’m worried it will get lost in the ether again if I don’t vocalise it.

In the unlikely event the KGB has my house bugged, they must be mystified as to why I sometimes shout out “Annabel Croft!” or “After Henry!” at random interludes.

I tried to force myself out of this, now I like to have colour coordinated pegs instead, never 2 the same but colours that look good together.

A lot of things, tbh. I am what my lovely grandad described as a “funny onion”!

A couple of them: Volume must be an even number. Mince pies only appropriate in December. I also can’t stand anyone (including me) touching the skin of my feet. I can’t even scratch an itch on my feet with my hands.

Loading the dishwasher 'correctly ', I have to rearrange to fit it all on if anyone else tampers with it.

Coffee or tea in the wrong mug (mine are all Carh Kidson ones) will ruin my day.

When I'm on my period I cannot sleep under the duvet. I just can't bear having anything over me and I've no idea why. Something to do with feeling more hot and bothered in general I assume.

So I will sleep on top of the duvet with no covers, even if it means I have to sleep in a jumper, joggers and socks when it's cold. My friend says my sleeping on top of the duvet with nothing covering me is psychopathic.... just goes to show we're all different 🤣.

If I am walking with someone they have to be on my right hand side. Just feels wrong otherwise.

This becomes a problem when I walk with someone who also needs the other person to walk on their right hand side.

Routes to places… If I’ve taken a certain route to a place that then becomes the exact route I will take regardless of if I find out that there’s actually a better/quicker route. Even for things like entering/exiting buildings. Completely illogical especially since I work in hospitals and walk a long unnecessary way in/out everyday when there’s an entrance/exit in the department.

I won’t drink out of a communal bottle, or have a taste of someone’s drink out of their glass, for example, due to my weird fear of backwash. Even if I’ve been the only one drinking out of a bottle, it’s fine as long as I’m taking continual swigs, but if I put the cap back on and leave it for a while, I just can’t go back to it!

Not me but my lovely Dad.. like a previous poster he will only drink tea from a bone China mug. He has a little ritual of making his filter coffee which he stirs with a broken wooden spoon, said spoon goes missing from time to time which leads to everyone having to hunt for it. He will only use the green handled scissors and invariably leads to
much upset and disruption if he can’t find them. He is a retired languages teacher and will only refer to the remote control as the “tele-command” (French) Always needs to know where said tele-command is at all times and will hold it while watching TV in case anyway tries to use it!
possibly the last user of Teletext in the country- likes to read the headlines on it every morning
switches to a thick Glaswegian accent after two glasses of wine (his favourite grandad was from Glasgow)
has an aversion to drying his hands and let’s them dry naturally, dripping water all over the kitchen usually
sooo many others we are all just so used to his little quirks!