i • d • i • o • syn • cra • sy
1. A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.
2. A physiological or temperamental peculiarity.
3. An unusual individual reaction to food or a drug.
List 5 of your own idiosyncrasies!
1) The name thing: I can't remember names, faces, people. It's extreme. Sometimes people don't notice, because I'm pretty good at bluffing and making well-timed vague noises and pretending to recognize someone. That embarrassing moment where you can't remember if you've met someone, happens to me every time I deal with someone I don't see on at least a weekly basis. Particularly if they're not where I expect to meet them. I've actually dated someone for a month without actually knowing their name. Most of the time, I don't even know if I've met someone unless I've dealt with them for several months, and lost the one girl I maybe had a chance with in my senior year at high school when she ran into me in Houston and I didn't know who she was.
2) Hate long sleeve dress shirts. Hate them. Mother made me wear plaid button-downs throughout junior high school. About twice a year I'll actually get my white button-down and look dapper, but mostly I dress from a deep-seated hostility toward sensible clothing.
3) I'm really nervous about anyone seeing me shaving. My usual fix for this is to only shave about twice a week. Never had the "okay, son, this is how this process works" with my father, didn't want to admit to needing a razor. At my last house the bathroom was seperate from my bedroom. In my current house, the master bedroom and sink are connected. This actually has affected my comfort level in someone sharing the master bedroom with me. I think this is tied into a deep desire to be seen as basically perfect, or possibly as "not actually human."
4) I love having songs stuck in my head. MP3 technology and programmable CD players have been a great boon to me, letting me loop songs--even a 30-second demo fragment of a song--for *hours.*
5) This a minor thing (much smaller than, say, obsessively collecting hyena merchandise and Jack Chick tracts, but why go for the obvious) -- I don't like fruit. Specifically, strawberries and peaches make me gag, and I don't trust plums and oranges. I don't *mind* bananas, particularly in a dessert, but they're not in my top 20 foods. I'm okay with apples and grapes, but the strawberries and peaches thing a lot of people find shocking.