I had to ban Mr Sea Sea from using my readers. I'm far-sighted but apparently don't need rx glasses. Small print is my kryptonite. I had four pairs in various drawers in the house so I can read small print. I always put them back exactly each time so I can use them when I need them. He on the other hand will take them on grand tours of the house, back yard, car and then for all intents and purposes, hide them permanently from me. After four pairs of readers were forever gone, I had to issue the lifetime ban on touching my readers. I'm rather stern in this too. He loses his own near-sighted rx glasses about 47 times a day, so yeah, I'm not being difficult here. He runs around that many times a day saying, "where's my glasses!".

I can also find my destination better when I turn down the radio in the car.

What concerns me about myself is that I can't think of any quirks. I have a feeling my family would not concur, but I am not opening the floor to that discussion ;-)

SeaSea, buy him a couple of those eyeglass lanyards (you know, that go around the neck and let glasses dangle on one's chest)

Functionthenlook, I also disliked coffee most of my life - only choked it down when I had to when working night shift - so always carried teabags (including decaf) when I went out to eat or traveled, along with my preferred sweetener. In the past few years I have come to like coffee, so have added decaf instant to my travel pack.

I don't like beer - or most wines - but especially beer. Oddly enough though, I like to make stoofvlees (Belgian beef stew made with beer)

I have a strong dislike of the color orange.

Oh, so many things! One is that I have to have everything in the house in order before I go to bed. If there's a fork in the kitchen sink, I have to wash it.

stacey_mb, I thought everyone muted TV commercials. We never listen to them, and my brother and I pass the remote back and forth if we leave the room so that the other one can make sure to mute all commercials.

We watch The Great British Baking Show too, but also Total Wipeout UK, on the Wipeout channel (which is a Samsung Plus streaming channel), even though the shows are ten years old. We also watch Total Wipeout Australia, but the UK version is better.

Patti, That's not quirky, that's orderly!

I, too, couldn't stand coffee. Loved the smell of it brewing but couldn't stand the taste. That is until I discovered latte's, latte macchiato's, and the like. Now, as of the past two weeks, I have my own espresso maker and coffee bean grinder...woo-hoo! I feel so grown up, lol!

As mentioned above by another poster, I can talk to anyone, and I do mean anyone. I'm considered an excellent conversationalist (which is funny because I only show an interest and ask questions, allowing the other person to carry the conversation). But, more often than not, I'm left exhausted. I'm an introvert. I love to be home alone and can easily entertain myself. I dread, and will put off as long as humanly possible, making a phone call...friend, business, it doesn't matter...it's absolutely painful. Except for my closest friend who lives part of the year in another state. We can easily talk on the phone for 2+ hours.

I wouldn't call it a quirk, more of a funny/unusual thing, but once people meet they tend to remember me even if we only had the most limited of exchanges. I've gone into places just once and years later have been greeted like an old friend or customer. Things like, it's been a while, missed you and once, when I walked into a restaurant with my brother after having been there only twice over a period of ten years or so I saw you walking up, your iced tea is on the table. I hadn't crossed the threshold for at least 3 years at that time. People tend to try to adopt me. Been that way most of my life as far back as I can remember. There is no gray area, they either like me or they don't.

I also get recognized by people who last saw me as a child or decades ago. One guy was staring at me one day when I was closing in on 50. Finally after catching me looking at him for staring he approached. After we exchanged a few words of where he might know me from, the conclusion was that he saw me at someone's place back when I was 12 years old! I had only been there for about 5 or 10 minutes at that time and our paths had not crossed since.

I also get mistaken for having a deeper relationship or more clout in different places I venture. I have had complete strangers to me come up and ask for assistance, more than a few times I have been asked to give a message to so and so never mind I only see that person or other infrequently. I have been asked to talk to people who are mere acquaintances about things that are none of my business "because he'll listen to you". SMH I live in a very strange universe at times. ;-)

I believe I have a doppelganger in NY. Friends have told me that they saw me somewhere and I avoided them. A close friend said she saw me walking down the street and pulled over and offered me a ride and I shook my head and walked away. She telephoned me later to see why. It wasn't me. I saw her once across a busy restaurant. It was like looking in a mirror. I told my husband to look and he agreed. By the time I made it to her table, she was gone. Very Twilight Zone like.

I’m one of the rare colorblind women, but only partially. If it’s a pinstripe, I can’t tell the color. Same thing in dim light. I have trouble with certain shades of brown and green. Until I was a high school senior, I thought peanut butter was green.

About the possum....I rehabbed wildlife for about 20 years. I specialized in possums, but I also liked raising armadillos. I never wanted to do it, but I let myself get talked into it. After moving here about 18 months ago, I was really glad to be free from all that. I lost my cages in the flood following Hurricane Harvey, so basically I "retired" from it. I had a partner who rehabbed raccoons and she asked me on one one of my trips back down there if I would release some little possums here. I said okay, because she always hooks me up with free dog and cat food. She gave me a dozen little possums of various sizes. One looked absolutely horrible, so I decided to keep that one and see if I could get it healthy enough to release, but it died overnight. Another one had only 3 legs. When you raise little possums, they will sometimes chew ears, tails or legs off of others kept with them. You shouldn't crowd them, feed them a good diet, and not stress them. The 3 legged possum wasn't totally healed from having her leg chewed off, so I kept her. I was able to take the others back to an old barn far back on our property, gave them a pile of various foods, and wished them well.

So I still have the 3 legged possum. I don't know if I can release her because she walks so lop sided. I don't think she would make it. Possums are solitary creatures and they have very short life spans...so what the heck. I feed her really well and she has warm blankets to sleep in. I thought she would like to sleep in the cabinet that holds the bathroom sink, but she drags her blankets into a corner and sleeps there. She is not tame, because I never handle her, but I have raised some that were very docile and sweet.

I absolutely love opossums. >>

My quirkiness is 90% of the stuff and furniture in my house is from the 1800's. Even all the beds.

I have never owned a television set.

I'm sure DH would come up with lots of my "quirks" (he'd call them something else) but one I can think of is I have some difficulty with facial recognition. There are certain people who are similar enough that I easily get them confused, even though they don't really look alike. I then have to really concentrate to find a distinctive feature that will help me distinguish them. I've gotten Meg Ryan and Melanie Griffith confused in movies. For Law & Order fans, I had a hard time distinguishing which actor was Claire Kincaid and which was Dr. Olivet. DH said they look nothing alike.

There are 2 gals at my gym who I'm struggling with now. I'm better when they're together, but if I run into one by themselves, uh oh.

I also seem to have a mental block when it comes to people named Eileen and Elaine, and no matter how many associations I try to make, such as picturing Eileen leaning or Elaine walking down a lane, I will still confuse them. As I've gotten older, though, remembering names is only more difficult for me.

Annie Deighnaugh, I too, have trouble with faces. Those two women look the same to me as well. Hair is a big cue, and the side part makes them look like twins. Melanie Griffith and Meg Ryan look interchangeable, and if she was a blonde, I might add Sigourney Weaver to the mix. (Giant chin = all look alike.) I used to think this was a rude failing on my part, until I read Oliver Sachs discussing his own Prosopagnosia (face blindness). Apparently he had it so bad that he walked past his own building and didn't recognize his doorman! I, myself, can talk to someone at a party, walk away to get an hors d'oeuvres, and not recognize them a few minutes later. On the other hand, I can tell you the birthday, pet's name and other mindless trivia about someone I barely know -- but I still will not recognize them, especially out of context.

Interesting jupidupi...I too have been introduced to people and a few minutes later, introduce myself again...

It's especially embarrassing with people of color given the stereotypical remark that's often made...but ethnicity doesn't matter.

I will have trouble recognizing someone from a picture too where I'm just not sure it's the same person whereas DH will know right away.

My DH has difficulty remembering names. I have often had to pitch hit. The funny part is that they are often people I personally have never met, but have heard about, maybe a tenant’s wife.

He will start by saying, Gary’s wife.......then I fill in the blank.

Or, he will continue to say a name wrong. Colin has become Colins with an s.

DH is embarrassed by this, but I tell him that unless you have to introduce someone to another person standing there, you can get away with not mentioning their name during the conversation.

Annie, would people in your actual life become more recognizable the longer you know them?

I guess as seniors we can use the senior moment excuse.

A quirk of mine is I could eat noodles with cheese sauce or cheese or something cheesy three meals a day for 3 days in a row with no problem. I don't let myself but I could. Every time I have pasta I always want a second bowl full. Every time I have pasta I always want cheese with it. Two good reasons not to have pasta more than once every so often.

Oh yeah and I completely forgot about my quirky clothes style. Leggings and skirts I think are usually for little girls but I love them. Sign me up for wanting to wear different patterns and having to resist it all the time too.

Well my friends and family lovingly call me quirky so here are just a few…

• I think better sitting down.

• I will hear a phrase that reminds me of a song and start singing the song. The worst part is I sing off key. My children say their childhood was like living in a Broadway show.

• I used to write a column called Skewed View. I tend to look at life experiences from a different perspective and always with some self-deprecating humor.

• I am not good at reading body language and social cues. My reactions to these are learned behavior rather than instinct. I am a nerd.

• My children call me the linen closet fanatic as everything has to be folded and stacked the same way, nice and straight and orderly. Conversely my desk is a disaster; I hate to file.

My quirky thing is that I haven't had 20/20 vision in 20 years, yet I can easily score 100% in the Farnsworth-Munsell test for sorting colour hues, and I can always tell if something is hung even barely unlevel. DH teases people that they don't need a level if I'm around, because I can hang anything, and test it with a level, and the bubble will always be dead center.

A funny thing might be that I can almost always distinguish what strangers' toddlers are saying, even better than their parents. If I'm out somewhere and a toddler is asking for something, but their parents are saying that they don't understand, I will say 'Oh, if you don't mind, I think I know what she's asking.' They always welcome my opinion, but are often shocked when I translate what their child said, and they question their child 'Is that what you're saying?' and their child says yes.

The funniest instance was at the zoo, when I told the parents (who asked their toddler where his hat was, and couldn't understand his reply) that he said 'I gived it. Him doesn't have hairs.' The mother looked around and immediately spotted a nearby stroller with a baby in it, wearing her son's hat. She asked the mother if that was her child's hat and the other woman laughed and said no, plucked it off his head, and handed it to her. The baby was bald. I guess the toddler thought that baby needed a hat more than he did, lol.

An unusual thing is that my depth perception makes things look closer than they are in reality. So while side view mirrors on cars often say in small letters 'objects are closer than they appear,' it is the opposite for me. I have to rely on my car's warning system, when parallel parking, because the car in front and behind me will always look closer than they actually are, and I don't want to waste space, if 2 cars could fit in the spot, lol.

I can't pull or back into parking space if AC or heater is on

If using pen...I will rewrite entire page if I make spelling mistake.

I also mute commercials

• I will hear a phrase that reminds me of a song and start singing the song. The worst part is I sing off key. My children say their childhood was like living in a Broadway show.

moosemac, I’m the same.

I sing off key, but it never stops me from singing. Also, I can have different songs all rolled into one and not know it. Last week I was singing “Come a little bit closer baby, twist and shout, you’re my kind of man. Shake it on out.” 🎶 It sounded good to me.

Patti, I am the same way about dishes. My adult children will not leave dirty dishes in the sink overnight because it " would keep Mom awake all night". 😄

eld, yes familiarity does help a lot....probably because I discern more clues over time. For example, I've been watching Law and Order for decades now and no longer have trouble knowing right away which one is kincaid and which is olivet...and if I see them in other contexts, I know right away too.

I have to consciously think which way is right and left. I look at my hands and point outwards with the correct one to know which way to go.

But I have mastered up and down - haha!

Graywings, I have a badly scarred right hand, and I have used that since I was a child to help me tell left from right. What I have a problem with now is the old "lefty loosey-- righty tighty", like when screwing on or unscrewing hoses, or any other thing. I used to know which direction without having to think. Now I stop, consider, and still am wrong most of the time. I think my brain is just addled from the stress. I hope it isn't a promise of things to come.

I am very picky about food. I prefer food “ straight up”, no sauces, glazes, etc. I love steamed broccoli but WHY would I want cheese sauce on it? I do not drink any alcohol, coffee, or tea.

As someone else mentioned, I have always been frequently mistaken for other people. I have been accused of snubbing someone when it was NOT me, I have had people try to convince me that I am someone else. I have been kissed by unknown men. People come up and ask about my brother ( I don’t have one). But, I love it! It really cracks me up! I am a storyteller so it give me lots of “ material.

I am enjoying this post!

I like spiders! I have 2 'pet' spiders that are allowed to live in the house. One under a corner of a bookcase leg in the kitchen by an outside door. And one in the living room at the bottom of the hinge side of the door to the porch. They reward me with the remains (legs/wings) of the bugs they catch that apparently get in from outside.

I also have had 'pet' lady bugs that I feed and provide water for in the winter. Usually there are 2 or 3 that spend the winter in the house with us. This year when I could use the extra entertainment of them, I have seen none.

I've heard that many women have little spatial sense -- can't read a map, visualize blueprints, retrace their steps for a few blocks. I can...and it's a good thing, because DH can't. I credit my DM for teaching me to figure things out -- confident that I could. I grew up without a father, so she and I needed to do many tasks considered 'men's work'. We also needed to avoid the expense of hiring help.

Like Elmer, I'm curious. I may have gotten stuck at Age Four, asking "Why?" and "How?"

Yeah righty tighty lefty loosey I do fine as long as it's upright....but stick me under a sink or put the jar upside down and I'm lost.

Map reading, I'm great. DH, the engineer, not so much...he can never find where we are. But he's great at reading blue prints and engineering drawings and all kinds of stuff like that...very strange.

Igmd_gaz, I like spiders (and snakes) too.

There is a black widow that lives behind a water bucket in one of my horse stalls. As I have said before, it is not a problem because we've agreed on social distancing.

marilyn_c, I like snakes too. But I wouldn't let one live in my house. That wouldn't be fair to the snake.

I don't want them living in the house, and I feel badly for most snakes that are kept as "pets" because so many people don't care for them properly. I am not in favor of most wild creatures being kept as pets for the same reason.

when I was in fifth grade I broke both arms a fall. I was in casts up above my elbow for several months. I remember being bullied by one of the good athletes. I cracked him in the head with my cast. the teacher saw this happen and I got called to her office. she said she never wanted to see this happen again, and then said privately to me, off the record so to speak ... 'good job' because she knew what kind of playground terror he had been. never bothered me again ...

Bragg, I think yours goes in the bullying thread

I was reminded of one tonight. We replaced the doorbell button today. It's LIT!!!! I hate unnecessary lights. It's a bright white LED. UGH. When I came up the walk it distracted me to and I stumbled. Nothing like a spike of LED light striking me in my left eye. It's going out to be returned tomorrow. After searching for one without a light for almost an hour I finally found one and ordered it.

My quirk is enough already with lighting stuff that doesn't need to be lit. If I am expecting someone I have a porch light. If I'm not expecting you, you probably don't belong there. Once LCDs and now LEDS came along just about any item with an electrical current has at least one and often several unnecessary lights that have nothing to do with their function.

Parts of the neighborhood have so many outdoor "security" (eyeroll) lights the streets look like carnival midways. So my quirk is give me darkness. If I need light I will turn on the lights I put where I want them. I even switch off the door lights in my vehicles. No reason for people to see me coming and going. We aren't living in the dark forest or an unlit wilderness. We have street lights to see by. Too many of them and too bright in my opinion. There you have it. Quirk/rant. A twofer.

I have a relationship with a blackbird and have a bird natter with him several times a day as he sits waiting to be fed.

I’d like a new cat but worry it would eat my blackbird.

I have to say “I got distracted” quite a lot.

I sometimes yawn uncontrollably when I’m bored in formal social situations.

I formed great friendships at work through my love of biscuits.

I hardly ever answer the phone unless I know someone is calling.

I hate harsh overhead lights.

I think I’m allergic to bad news.

Me and spiders have serious issues.

I think the NHS is missing a trick not issuing headphones on prescription. I also jig about quite a lot when I’ve got them on and sometimes can’t help singing. I know it must be hard for listeners because I remember being on the receiving end of it when my Dad used to do it. Bless him loads. Thanks Dad.

Wildchild, we tape over annoying LED lights. Electrical tape if you want them totally dark, green or blue painter's tape if you want them muted.

I hate peeling the thin white film that's on yogurt, cottage cheese, margarine containers. They seldom peel off all in one piece. And I can't stand having slivers of it stuck to the rim. I'll take a paring knife to it to get every bit off.

Now I'm frustrated with the paper and foil that's stuck around the rim of my new peanut butter. I can't get all of it off.

When eating my serving of chips in my bowl I pick out the largest chips and set them aside to enjoy at the end. :-)

This MIGHT be a quirk. I do not like my food to touch on my plate. I separate each item with at least one inch spaces, If there is a sauce of any kind I have only a tiny dab so it can't run all over the plate. If a meat juice touches my vegetables, for example, I will not eat them. Gravy is a nightmare.

Thanks for sharing. Interesting contributions.

nickel_kg I do that when traveling. Removable poster putty works well too. In our house I don't place things with continuous displays where they annoy me. I also use an analogue bedside clock in the bedroom and use analog wall clocks in other rooms. The only thing in the kitchen that has a digital display is the microwave and wall oven. My range is gas and has nothing, not even a clock. Toaster oven has no clock. Just a red dot and a countdown readout when it's on. The smoke alarms are in the hall on the ceiling and the carbon monoxide detector is on the wall in the hall out of sight of the living area.

I like spiders too although I don't have any that I know of right now. Occasionally I'll find one in the bathtub and I'll put it over on my shelf of plants.

wild child, your dislike of excess and LED lights hits right home with me, too.

Some appliances and electrical equipment have enough LED lights to light up a room. And, the small light is concentrated and penetrating.

When we used to have a stereo I would cover up the lights because they were so invasive.

Some alarm clocks I can almost see with my eyes closed.

My street, too. looks like a carnival midway.

I think it possible to turn off at least half of the lights in America and it would be just fine.

Bright street lights on a residential street are a real pain.

We are awash in way too much light!

My family tease me that I always am in the dark because I am much more comfortable in a room with lights turned downwards or dimmed. It is so much more peaceful for me. Overhead lights I find almost intolerable. I even shower by the glow of just the night light and have done that for decades and never use the overhead in the kitchen, preferring the under cabinet lights all the time.

Nice that everyone is continuing to share!

My quirk is that I don't go to bed to sleep until my body tells me I need to sleep so sometimes that means I can stay awake for 48 hours but then when I sleep I sleep for a good 8-12 hours. One day last week I shockingly slept for 16 hours! My brother is the same and so is one of my nieces. We call it the family curse. When I was working 60 hours a week I slept normal night time hours because I was tired enough to go to bed. Yesterday I went to be at noon and woke up at 10 pm and I have been up since (it is now 7:30 pm) If I have an appointment or need to go out I have no problem and will be ready to go. When I lived alone I would do my housework, cook, bake, do laundry at night. Now my style is cramped since my brother and my cousin moved in. My cousin has her bed set up in the living room so during the night while she sleeps I am sitting here in the dark, trying not to make noise. Once, when I was in my 20s I couldn't sleep except for a few cat naps, this lasted for 3 weeks. My Doctor wanted me to take sleeping pills and I wouldn't take them. That was a miserable time for me, not getting any deep sleep. Eventually it worked itself out. I should have been born in another time zone haha

Well, tonight I was talking to my daughter and told her "one of them over there" wanted to go to Costco, meaning one of our exchange students. My daughter said, "don't worry she calls me Emily sometimes". Emily is our old dog. Tonight I started to call my daughter's dog Emily but caught myself halfway through.

(I've called one of my dogs, Cooper which is my grandson's name)

...Another quirk I have besides living in a house with stuff from the 1800's. I eat the same lunch every day year-round and have always been like this. In junior high, the one year I packed lunch ,I made my mother make me egg salad sandwiches every day. In college one year a friend and I went off campus for lunch every day and I always had an egg salad hoagie and a coke. I had different favorites for long stretches over the years, but the current one is organic heavy grained bread, five very thin slices of mozzarella cheese, a hard-boiled egg sliced and a sliced half of an avocado grilled in a panini maker. Beside that is a bowl of blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, and cherries with a watermelon sometimes. I am a very boring person.

I like cottage cheese on fruit dishes and potatoes.

I like horseradish in meat sandwiches.

I know how to construct a potato hill for storing potatoes over winter until about March.