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Funny Habits People Have

Here is an example: When I was a teenager growing up, there was this dude who was a bit older, in his twenties and he was well-known around the village because, well, tbh he was the guy that some people called the village idiot, you would always see him out on the streets, always walking around, waving to people and cars passing by, you know. This guy also worked out a lot and was strong as an ox, you wouldn't have wanted to mess with him, no way. Someone who once picked fun at him ended up with a broken arm, so yeah, he could have a bit of a temper...
But he was a really nice fellow when he was in a good mood and sometimes we would have a chat when we met in the street. And whenever I asked him about his weightlifting and stuff, like "Hey man, you're looking in good shape, still working out a lot?" or something, he would always do this thing:
First he would flex his left arm and say "Good."
Then he would flex his right arm and say: "Better!"
And then, he would lift up both his arms and flex them and shout "POWER!"
Lol, it was brilliant and he always did it, without fail. Always the flexing and the good, better, power! Long time ago but sometimes I've wondered if he's still out there, still doing it :)

Your turn with your examples :)

Here is an example: When I was a teenager growing up, there was this dude who was a bit older, in his twenties and he was well-known around the village because, well, tbh he was the guy that some people called the village idiot, you would always see him out on the streets, always walking around, waving to people and cars passing by, you know. This guy also worked out a lot and was strong as an ox, you wouldn't have wanted to mess with him, no way. Someone who once picked fun at him ended up with a broken arm, so yeah, he could have a bit of a temper... But he was a really nice fellow when he was in a good mood and sometimes we would have a chat when we met in the street. And whenever I asked him about his weightlifting and stuff, like "Hey man, you're looking in good shape, still working out a lot?" or something, he would always do this thing: First he would flex his left arm and say "Good." Then he would flex his right arm and say: "Better!" And then, he would lift up both his arms and flex them and shout "POWER!" Lol, it was brilliant and he always did it, without fail. Always the flexing and the good, better, power! Long time ago but sometimes I've wondered if he's still out there, still doing it :) Your turn with your examples :)

I have a good old friend with a really strange habit: He starts almost every sentence with "Yes-No".
Here's a small example of how absurd it can sound: "Yes-No, did I sleep badly again last night?"

I've talked to him about this tic many times, but he just can't or won't get rid of it.

I have a good old friend with a really strange habit: He starts almost every sentence with "Yes-No". Here's a small example of how absurd it can sound: "Yes-No, did I sleep badly again last night?" I've talked to him about this tic many times, but he just can't or won't get rid of it.

I read that an Anglo-Scottish officer named "Mad" Jack Churchill had some rather unusual habits : during WW2, he carried a medieval Claymore sword, a bow and arrows (he was a sportsman in this field), and played the bagpipes during assaults.
He likely used the bow during the battle of France, and the sword in Italy, where he nearly lost it, and he was going back to retrieve it from the battlefield.

He was captured by the Germans, who mistook him for a close relative of Winston Churchill, but he escaped during a dispute between German factions. After the war, he used to throw his travel bag out of the train window when it passed near his garden, and never missed.

I read that an Anglo-Scottish officer named "Mad" Jack Churchill had some rather unusual habits : during WW2, he carried a medieval Claymore sword, a bow and arrows (he was a sportsman in this field), and played the bagpipes during assaults. He likely used the bow during the battle of France, and the sword in Italy, where he nearly lost it, and he was going back to retrieve it from the battlefield. He was captured by the Germans, who mistook him for a close relative of Winston Churchill, but he escaped during a dispute between German factions. After the war, he used to throw his travel bag out of the train window when it passed near his garden, and never missed.

@Tenakel said ^

I have a good old friend with a really strange habit: He starts almost every sentence with "Yes-No".
Here's a small example of how absurd it can sound: "Yes-No, did I sleep badly again last night?"

I've talked to him about this tic many times, but he just can't or won't get rid of it.

"Hey man, there is something I need to talk to you about...again..."
"Yes-No, is ist about my quirky little conversational idiosyncracy again?"
"Oh, never mind..."
"Yes-No, do I mind or not, whaddya think, Yes-No?!"

@Tenakel said [^](/forum/redirect/post/v1NIgyLv) > I have a good old friend with a really strange habit: He starts almost every sentence with "Yes-No". > Here's a small example of how absurd it can sound: "Yes-No, did I sleep badly again last night?" > > I've talked to him about this tic many times, but he just can't or won't get rid of it. "Hey man, there is something I need to talk to you about...again..." "Yes-No, is ist about my quirky little conversational idiosyncracy again?" "Oh, never mind..." "Yes-No, do I mind or not, whaddya think, Yes-No?!"

Here is another one: The sandwich sniffer :)
So, one of my classmates at school had this habit of always closely scrutinising his sandwiches before eating them: First he'd have a look between the slices of bread and see what was on it, then he would always smell it and only then he'd take a bite.
Once we asked him, hey, why do you always do the thing with the visual check and especially the smell-checking, lol. Did your mum once put something on your sandwich that wasn't good anymore or what is the deal with that?
He said, no, it's nothing like that, it's just a thing I do, don't know why, I can't help it...and btw, my mum doesn't actually make my sandwiches, I make them myself :)

Here is another one: The sandwich sniffer :) So, one of my classmates at school had this habit of always closely scrutinising his sandwiches before eating them: First he'd have a look between the slices of bread and see what was on it, then he would always smell it and only then he'd take a bite. Once we asked him, hey, why do you always do the thing with the visual check and especially the smell-checking, lol. Did your mum once put something on your sandwich that wasn't good anymore or what is the deal with that? He said, no, it's nothing like that, it's just a thing I do, don't know why, I can't help it...and btw, my mum doesn't actually make my sandwiches, I make them myself :)

Sometimes when someone tries to frighten me, I yell. I don't want to make the person who tried to frighten me think that he succeeded in doing so, so I fake my yell into a laugh. That makes me look kind of crazy. I also talk to myself a lot, mostly when something bad is happening to me, or when I feel bored, or hopeless, etc. I daydream a lot too, to make time pass, and the weird thing is that I day dream and imagine things better with my eyes OPEN...

Sometimes when someone tries to frighten me, I yell. I don't want to make the person who tried to frighten me think that he succeeded in doing so, so I fake my yell into a laugh. That makes me look kind of crazy. I also talk to myself a lot, mostly when something bad is happening to me, or when I feel bored, or hopeless, etc. I daydream a lot too, to make time pass, and the weird thing is that I day dream and imagine things better with my eyes OPEN...

When I was in college I had this roommate--Ned--who was a nice guy. Except, that is, whenever he misplaced his keys.

It would always be early in the morning. And so you'd hear him over there in his bedroom yelling out, "Where's my f*#$** KEYS?!" As he hurled stuff around in the franticness of his search. Even coming to address them personally (I suppose you'd have to say): "Where are you?--you BASTARDS!" Accompanied by further crashes of items getting flung against walls.

Laying there in my bed, it occurred to me that--if they really were hiding out from him--his attitude wasn't making it any too likely that they would ever show their faces.

At any rate, he always did manage to find them (somehow or other). And went heading off to class.

Another of my roommates--Rick--came up to me once and said: "You ever notice how sometimes when Ned loses something, he gets...upset?"

I said yeah. I had noticed that.

Rick shook his head--still in a state of disbelief: "I told him, 'Ned man, you gotta learn to calm down. Just...calm down.'" With these staying hands out.

It never really did seem to do all that much good though.

When I was in college I had this roommate--Ned--who was a nice guy. Except, that is, whenever he misplaced his keys. It would always be early in the morning. And so you'd hear him over there in his bedroom yelling out, "Where's my f*#$** KEYS?!" As he hurled stuff around in the franticness of his search. Even coming to address them personally (I suppose you'd have to say): "Where are you?--you BASTARDS!" Accompanied by further crashes of items getting flung against walls. Laying there in my bed, it occurred to me that--if they really were hiding out from him--his attitude wasn't making it any too likely that they would ever show their faces. At any rate, he always did manage to find them (somehow or other). And went heading off to class. Another of my roommates--Rick--came up to me once and said: "You ever notice how sometimes when Ned loses something, he gets...upset?" I said yeah. I had noticed that. Rick shook his head--still in a state of disbelief: "I told him, 'Ned man, you gotta learn to calm down. Just...calm down.'" With these staying hands out. It never really did seem to do all that much good though.