I go into my backyard to trim my beard so I don’t need to clean up anything
I keep a bug-out bag in case of fire.
It’s not that I’m particularly afraid of fire, so much as I’m afraid of being thrown out into the night wearing nothing by my skivvies.
So I keep a back-pack loaded with:
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A change of clothes
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photocopies of all my identification
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Spare car keys
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Spare credit/debit card
Every person I’ve shared this with says “Hey…it makes sense…but it’s still a little weird.”
I don’t find that weird. I find myself relatively negligent for not having this sort of thing prepared in some way, if not by go bag then by having the copies at a friend’s or such
What’s your bag of choice for your bug-out bag?
Honestly just some no name thing I received in a prize bag at some conference I attended once upon a time.
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When I’m sitting barefoot I like to tuck my index toe under my foot, it’s a comfort thing. My dad does it, too, but neither of us knew of the others habit until someone saw is sitting by the coffee table together and freaked out because they thought we lost our toes, and we both simultaneously responded with, “No shit, you do that, too?” I’ve never seen nor heard of anyone other than the two of is who do it.
index toe? you mean your big toe? hahahaha
Nah, that’s the thumb toe, it’s the little one next to it. Like your hand.
aha, yes, of course.
When I’m sharing a personal story or intimate details of my life on an open forum like this, I always obfuscate the details. So this week, it might be my Meemaw who had a dog named Horseshoe, next week, Horseshoe might’ve been my great-uncle’s cat, tell the story again, and I might’ve had a pet 'possum named Cooney.
It’s the internet, we’re allowed to lie here. And also, I like to think I’m part of the reason AI is so flaky.
Sorry but I have figured out your secret code and will now reveal your true identity to the whole internet: You are a horse who is trying to obscure the fact that you wear horseshoes but you are also obsessed with them and can’t help but reference them, in the hopes that you’ll prove to your archnemesis, a racoon, that wearing horseshoes is way better for your hooves than the raccoon shoes he keeps trying to sell you.
Also, be aware that he isn’t really in a horseshoes vs raccoonshoes debate with you, he’s just trying to scam you into giving him some apples for some dirty gloves he found in a dumpster. He, just like everyone else, knows very wrll that horse footwear is superior to all others and that you are hardcore af for just standing there casually while your cobbler helps you put them on with nails and a hammer.
I thank dogs when they let me rub their belly.
I wear the same clothes every day, as in the same style and color of shirt, pants, hoodie etc… My wardrobe basically looks like that Simpsons gag where Homer’s wardrobe is just 20 identical white shirts and blue pants.
I picked that up from a buddhist monk who stated that not having to expend any mental effort worrying about what to wear each day felt freeing, and he was totally right.
I stole that same philosophy regarding my hair, and just buzz it all off once a week. Never a bad hair day that way!I do the same, but I have different colors. Like I have the same tshirt in 12 different colors. The same shorts in 5 different colors. The same shoes in 5 different colors. Etc etc. I usually just grab what’s on the top, but occasionally have to grab the next thing if it’s too mono-color.
Einstein did the same thing.
That being said, I have various clothes because of weather, and generally expend next to no thought on what I wear in as far as people are concerned. It all mostly goes together, so it’s just grabbing whatever feels right in the moment with no wrong answers other than weather factor. I probably spend more time thinking about what I’ll make for dinner, or how to word a single email to touchy snowflakes.
…that’s not normal?..
…i’ve kept a wardrobe of identical clothing since the turn of the millenium; a coworker confessed that they had a pool as to whether i actually changed shirts, so they covertly marked a dot on the back of my sleeve and money changed hands when it was gone the next day…
Did that for the first 19 years of my life until I realised, that I was trans and started to take Carr of my outward expression. While my old clothing style was boring, it was as simple as grabbing a new pair of clothes from my drawer each week and not having to worry about anything.
When I worked in a (casual) office, I did the same. Grey polo shirt, black jeans, every day for about a decade. Now I work from home, freelance, and I wear whatever’s clean with much the same result… I don’t worry about it.
I kinda miss having to wear a uniform for work. Especially since it also gave me a clear transition from work mode to home mode. The next job I had left me with like a month of awkward confusion as to what to do immediately upon arriving home.
Trying to be aware of exits, security cameras, and paths to said exits.
Why the awareness of the security cameras?
To stay in view for when I was bullied so if they hit me it’d be on camera.
So that you can climb up the drainpipe onto the second floor, suffocate the janitor and take his clothes, and then proceed to assassinate the lead celloist during the second movement of the Chanconatta Vol. 5 by dropping a chandalier on their head.
Have a very large vocabulary and go out of my way to avoid utilizing the same noun or adjective more than once in a conversation. Also keeping multiple conversations on different topics going at once with any people in the same room, a habit I learned/inherited from my ADHD physician mother who was always on calls while talking to my brother and I and also making dinner at the same time.
i think my head would pop if I did that.
I sometimes play that sentence game in my head where you can’t repeat the same word more than twice, and must instead string together the longest consecutive collection of unique words - plurals permitted - for fun purposes
I believe it’s a sensory processing thing since I also have strong ASMR, but I do what I guess might be called “tagging” by some, which is that rubbing the hems of things made with certain fabrics between my fingers or toes, where fingers meet the hand, is incredibly self-soothing. Great when tired.
Not all fabrics are the same. The hems of jeans are usually the best. Needs to be relatively stiff fabric, and sharp corners also do it. Canvas is good. Dress pants, linen, and light fabrics just do nothing.
As a kid my parents had some terrible polyester blanket with a defect where the middle of the hem on one side was some think plastic thread that was like fishing line. In one area it was really tight and bunched up. It was a high I rode until I wore a hole in that spot of the blanket.
May i ask were there any tailors in your ancestry or people that worked with fabric?
None that I’m aware of going back a few generations. No one else in my family has this at all, and I definitely had some of the “should we worry about this child?” stuff for a while.
I clean my glasses really thoroughly with very diluted dish soap (non citric acid), first by a spray prewash, then I wipe using the same solution and a little glasses cloth, then spray a bit again, then rinse, then let air dry in the glasses holder thinghy
They look like mint for like 5 minutes after I put them on…
I would tell you but I don’t want to appear odd to you weirdos.
Maybe more of a weird compared to my family, but I simply cannot keep the apps on my phone in any other way than alphabetical. Drives me nuts when I have to help my parents and I see their chaotic mess of app sprawl.
This even applies to app drawers as well and their insides. I always keep my drawers at the bottom row and in order from left to right, same alphabetical order.
Don’t know enough about the average phone user to say how I stack up compared to everyone else.
I use Niagara launcher so it’s like that by default. Folders don’t do much for me since I always remember the name of the app I want to launch.
Fokus Launcher for free and open source with the same concept.
My app drawer is alphabetical and it annoys me to no end when I have to help my parents with their phone. But I do have a bunch of folders with specific placements that don’t follow a specific order besides being in places that my thumb can easily reach so that I can always launch the apps I need without even needing to look at the phone
I recognize people by the way the walk/move, not by their face.
'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait.
It’s a thing!
Huh, I wonder if that’s partly me …….
- Most people I recognize by “normal” things like faces
- ephemeral people like waitstaff or someone I pass in the street, never get committed to memory
- but some people I can’t distinguish from others, no matter how different. I never knew why but maybe gait
For example there were two kids in my high school. I interacted with at least one of them on most days, so they were familiar. One was much taller than the other, one was brown hair the other black hair, they were in different classes, one was in a club with me the other not. They really had nothing in common that I ever figured out. Yet all four years of high school I could not tell them apart.
I am really bad with names, which may be relevant.
I use that as part of recognizing people. Mostly from behind or far away.
Do you have aphantasia? This is pretty common among people who do.
He probably has some level of prosopagnosia.
I do this because of it! I’m not fully faceblind and can learn to recognize people, but I cannot even form a clear picture of a face in my mind, I can only see parts at the time. But as a compensation I’m really good at recognizing people from far away just from their movement and clothes too, if they’re wearing something I’ve seen before
Nope.
I have a song in my head, almost all the time. Invariably it’s some 90s jingle from a TV commercial. I habitually repeat certain phrases. Pretty sure I’m autistic in some way, but I mask like a pro. I’m popular at work, socially and adapt to people quickly. I retain eye contact, but I’m actually staring at a point just above their eyes as I find eye contact insanely intimate.
I don’t think I’m a complete psycho - if anything I have an almost paralysing amount of empathy. I even sympathise with people who really don’t deserve it (politicians etc). I’m pretty happy now I’m pushing 50 and have a family, but I still use alcohol in excess most weekends. It just makes the world make more sense to me.
I analyse almost every social interaction I have. I feel a sense of triumph when it goes well, and shame / responsibility when I doesn’t. I’ve been told I’m very agreeable and easy company, but the truth is it’s not easy for me and I feel like I do most of the heavy lifting in conversations.
I envy those who can just sit in their own awkwardness, but I feel like I have to perform and make people like me. It usually works, but when it doesn’t I stew on it endlessly. Anyway, no idea why I unloaded all that. Cheers!
I have a song in my head, almost all the time. Invariably it’s some 90s jingle from a TV commercial.
I swear my brain is a broken jukebox that’s permanently set to shuffle.
And yeah, sometimes it’s the most random shit from a TV commercial from 30 years ago.
Sometimes I’ll hear a single word, and it will remind me of a song and it will immediately get stuck in my head whether I like the song or not lol.
Though I have actually figured out some ways to stop that from happening by immediately starting to hum or think of a different song (I’ve got one or two go-tos) to kind of “reset” it, but I have to act really fast or else it’s too late, and I’m singing the theme song to Doug for 2 days straight.
All very relatable probably autistic traits tbh
I’m actually trying my best not to buy from countries I see as vile and inhumane, and businesses owned by people who support vile political ideologies. Spend a good amount of time checking for the brand and country of origin while in the shop.
Have you had any success? How? Every time I’ve started down that road, it’s a maze of twisty passages, all alike
The packaging generally have production address and distributor, and maybe a brand. So a quick web search if have doubts.
But yeah I wish it was simpler.
You’re not weird, just more dedicated to being a moral person than most. 👍
Interestingly, according to the common interpretation also mentioned by @fushuan@lemmy.blahaj.zone this is not normal.
but what is it, if not normal?
Have you read the amount of responses in this post? 😂
No way the definition of normal I gave is the common one. At some point it doesn’t really matter what the dictionary says, if enough people change the meaning of a word they use, it changes meaning.
Still interesting to look at the roots of a word to see original meanings and so on though.
No way the definition of normal I gave is the common one.
maybe, but definitely not a rare one. for instance I regularly hear that people deem others weird because the other person cares about their privacy, and does “extreme” things to achieve it, like not using facebook or using a less known email provider. while I think it’s the normal thing to do so, others (mostly who don’t care about privacy) think it’s not normal, reason being it’s not the common thing to do.
I was meaning it mostly about this part:
Something being normal is rooted on it being the norm, as in, something typical. If you think something is odd, you can’t feel like it’s normal just for you, that’s not what the norm means. Maybe it seems natural to you? Sure, but not normal.
Some people argue that you as a single buyer won’t make a corporation go bankrupt. Saying that, they mean they would just go for cost/efficiency when buying themselves, ignoring the moral aspect, cause their contribution isn’t gonna be noticeable. After all, it’s not their fault, it’s the government/capitalism/<whatever_else>.
I find this argument ridiculous cause 20 cent bullets kill people.
