Monday, May 10, 2010

In Which I Confess To My Own Grossness

In the last few days I've had reason to acknowledge a couple of my weirder quirks. Unfortunately, they've all been ones that are kind of gross.

Since it's More About Me Monday, and I know how a good dose of Schadenfreude* can get the week started off right, I'm going to let you all in on a few of my secret disgusting habits.

1. I prefer to drink room temperature water. So much so, that when I pour a glass from the in-door dispenser on the refrigerator, I let it sit out for a while so it warms up a bit.

2. I bite my nails. Yes, I am capable of stopping. Yes, I'm aware that it looks gross. Yes, I know that it makes me look like an eight-year-old. I don't care. I don't know why I do other than the fact that they're there.

3. I love Taco Bell mild sauce so much that if I have packets left over after appropriately saucing my food, I will tear the ends off and suck the sauce out directly.

4. When I have a specific craving for a kind of food, I will often settle for eating just that food. Even if that means I'm licking mustard off a spoon.

5. I don't sweat much. Or really at all. This is a documented medical fact. Therefore, I wear my jeans so many times they are nearly sentient when they go to the washing machine. They could probably walk there if I gave them a map.

Bless me Blogger, for I have sinned...nah, forget that, I don't intend to enter rehab for any of these proclivities.

So now you just have to live with knowing these things about me.

Anyone brave enough to share one of their own? Hmm...? Anyone? Anyone...? Bueller?

- Liz

* I know, this isn't precisely a case of Schadenfreude, but it's close. See, you're enjoying the fact that you're better than me because you like ice, don't consider condiments a snack, have a French manicure and clean pants. That sound you hear is me sticking my tongue out at you.


Richard W Scott said...

Heh. Good job. You just made it into my next novel!

Kristan said...

DUDE. WHY are you sharing these things? Lol. I think the room temp water grossed me out the most, for the record.

Hmm, I have lots of weird, but I don't think I have too much gross to be honest. I pick wedgies in the car? I ate from a basket of curly fries at a club this weekend, even though I had no idea who bought them?

Oh! I pick my dog's eye boogies like 4-5 times a day. And I will not hesitate to reach into his mouth and pull out whatever he's eating that he's not supposed to be, UNLESS it's another animal's poop. Then I just yell and pray that he listens.

That's sorta gross, right?

Liz Czukas said...

@Rik - which of these fine habits will be making an appearance?

@Kristan - picking dog eye boogies is pretty gross. And somehow, I had a feeling that the room temperature water thing was going to be someone's #1 gross-out.

Jill Kemerer said...

Mild sauce...Taco Bell...yum!

I have a hard time with ice-cold beverages also. And I used to bite my nails something awful! (Now I only chew them when there's a snag.)

MeganRebekah said...

Definitely the worst one is the room temperature water. The others I can understand and overlook. But warmish water? *shudder*

Eleven Eleven said...

I have no fear of warm water. In fact, I'll drink hot water just to see other people squirm.

I collect and hoard Whataburger ketchup and Burger King onion ring sauce tubs. They are the most amazing condiments on the planet, and they come in portable dipping containers! My better half will toss them out if they are found, so I have to hide them in weird places, like under the seats in the car or the in the night stand drawer.

I'm a scab picker. Yeah, that's right. I can't leave 'em alone. My nervous fingers need something to do during the down times.

I do not fear germs on food. At all. I'll chop mold off the corner of cheese or fruit and down the rest. And forget the ten second rule, I will eat stuff that's fallen on any surface for any length of time. Maybe I'll think twice if it's covered in hair. Maybe.

Drinks, on the other hand, are totally different. The idea of Backwash eeks me out.

I'm a turtleneck-aphobic. I start to panic when things wrap my neck and or forearms the way some people freak out on elevators. Scarves are also a special kind of evil. Ugh! I'm getting the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it.

nancy said...

Excellent list, Liz.

You've wrapped your "quirks" up in such an enticing package that like-minded readers have abandoned their efforts to suck that last bit of tasty goodness out of the Taco Bell packet.