As I mentioned here, I've been known to have the occasional quirky coping technique. But really, I am the epitome of normal. Really. There are just one or two small things that I do that maybe not everyone does...
When I go through a yellow or pink light I kiss my hand and smack the ceiling of the car. Whether I'm driving or not. A lot of people do that though. Don't they?
I call lights that turned red as you drove through them "pink".
When I go over railroad tracks I lift my feet off the floor. Not so easy to do when I'm the one driving the car.
When I drive past a graveyard I hold my breath. Perhaps so I don't inhale any parts of the dead people? It doesn't help that the graveyard I drive past every day is across the road from a subdivision that was built on top of, and is still next to, a landfill. So, frequently the smell of rotting ham fills my car at that part of the drive, so there is an element of self preservation to this.
When I drive over a bridge I do not look left or right lest I suddenly jerk the car to one side or the other and fall off, guard rails be darned.
When I walk into the bathroom in the morning I close my eyes until I've turned on the light in case I should see someone in the mirror in the dark that ISN'T ME. Yes, I was traumatized by that stupid Bloody Mary game as a child. Obviously I haven't recovered.
Having been indoctrinated by Mother Goose I have the intense urge to pick up any spare change I see (Find a penny, pick it up, all day you will have good luck. Find a penny, leave it lay, bad luck you will have all day).
I like to hear the entire plot of movies I haven't seen, including the endings, so that I don't have to spend the whole thing wondering if it will turn out well, and so I know which movies I definitely don't want to see. I get really peeved when people won't tell me how something ends, because, believe me, I want to know.
I think rats make great pets. Especially for children. Oddly, not many people agree with me.
If you read a paragraph to me out of a book that I have previously read, and then hand me the book, I can find that paragraph with frightening speed. Hmmm. This might be more of a "stupid human trick" type thing, than a quirk. Oooooh. Jen, can we have a Spin Cycle on those? Unless we already did and I missed it?
I enjoy playing with my girls' toys as much as they do.
If I don't get into bed with a book I feel oddly dissatisfied with life and I can't sleep.
I LOVE to make lists, but I don't actually like to do the things on them. Unless they are packing lists, in which case I really enjoy crossing things off.
David and I have a really complicated set of hand signals for "I love you" that is much more time consuming than, say, simply flashing the ASL sign. We also have it in written form and it's longer than actually writing the words. We're just cool like that.
See? Just one or two things...or three....