One that comes to mind for me is that when I fly, I always try to touch the outside of the airplane when I’m boarding. Just a touch of the area next to the door is good enough.
Also, when I’m eating potato chips I always eat the crumbs and little pieces first, saving the bigger chips for last.
Here are some of Reddit’s answers:
- I never finish the bottom inch of a bottle of beer.
- When I lock my car with the remote, I have to hear it beep twice, in quick succession. If there’s too long between both beeps, I have to double lock again until it sounds right.
- if some one sneezes while i am heading out, i wait for the second one. if there is none, i wait for 5 minutes before heading out
- Whenever I power-lock my car… I have to walk around and check all the doors just to make sure they’re locked…
- Raising feet when driving over train tracks.
- Holding my breath past cemeteries.
- I can’t have dirty feet… I drives me insane.
- If I’m in a car that runs a yellow light, driving or passenger, I have to kiss my hand and touch the ceiling.
- I always smell the inside of a cup before I put whatever I’m going to put in it.
- I only pick up coins on heads.
- I always have to wipe my ass before I poop.
- When I’m going under an over pass in the rain I say “stop” as I enter and “go” as I exit as if I had control over the rain. This blows the minds of small children. But I do it even when I’m alone in the car.
- I tap my head when an ambulance drives by
- I kiss and put my thumb to the roof of a car when I pass a vehicle with one headlight.
What little rituals/superstitions do you have?
i believe in the number 73, whenever i see it i feel lucky and it makes me behave a bit differently towards where its written.
I am almost on OCD lines when it comes to doing the washing up… I HAVE to use hot water, and I HAVE to wash up in a certain order. Glasses, Mugs, Cups, Big Plates, Small Plates, Bowls, plastic pots, bottles and tubs, glass cooking dishes, saucepans, oven tins… If someone adds something that’s already been covered, I start over, drying and putting away that which is already done. Also, when the stuff is draining, it has to go in size order, biggest to smallest, and mugs/cups HAVE to have their handles facing in the “right” direction…
I also can’t watch someone else wash up – I REEEEEALLY have to do it. I’m also know to re-arrange the stuff other people have washed so it “dries properly”
OMG… I think I need some special meds
Im with you on the feet I wash them a lot when I have flip flops on,1) WHAT you waste beer
I scratch my ass when it itches.
The rain story reminded me of this.
Teller was driving with Penn Gillette, sneezed into the windshield and without missing a beat turned the windshield wipers on.
NONE!! Superstitions are a waste of time.
I look both ways when walking out of a room, much like checking for traffic or something.
if i think of something bad that i don’t want to happen (like a fire) I have to knock 7 times on anything wood related (can be paper) and them smooth my hand over it. If i miss a knock or feel that it isn’t right, I have to do it again. but I am sane, really, lol. Just a little superstitious. About 25 years ago I had said out loud, gee, no one has been hurt lately at the restaurant I was working at and that afternoon someone got hurt, I have been doing my ritual ever since.
I toot my horn every time I cross a state border. And my Dad did before me. That’s a combined tooter total of about 60-70 years.
if I find a penny heads up I pick it up and put it in my left boot for luck.
I don’t have any superstitions but I do want to know how many pennies are in chick’s left boot.
I do spider checks. I check my shoes and clothes before putting them on and my purse before I leave the house. I check my bed for spiders and the ceiling too. I shake the clothes hamper before dumping it, hoping to scare any spiders away before I dump the clothes. I poke the towels before picking them up too. I scroll past pictures of spiders anytime one pops up on the net (thanks a lot Jonco!) and cant look at pictures of them in magazines either. I had a panic attack at the STL Zoo once when I was tricked into walking by a huge fake spider on display outside the Living World section.
I really, really hate spiders.
Wow, you really must hate them.
To borrow a phrase… I feel your pain.
Whenever I start walking, I have to start with my left foot first.
A former girlfriend always washed her hands before using the bathroom, but not after…
I have to have the windshield wipers in the off position before switching of the car.
I didnt think it rained that much where you are
my son can’t have the tv volume set to an odd number unless it is a multiple of 5 (for example: 15, 16, and 18 are ok, but 17 is not). He also can’t stand it when the microwave door is left open and the countdown timer has a few seconds left.
I have to wipe (antiseptic) down the hotel room when we check in and then quickly pull off the nasty comforter. I also have to listen to the safety spheel on the airplane – anyone who flies with me knows not to bother me during the announcements.
I get really happy when something is a prime number or a sequence of prime numbers.
I count the seconds after a lighting strike until the thunder.
Every Saturday I make a greek ice coffee, sit on my couch, and read comics books in chronological order for hours. If I dont do this my whole week is messed up.
I hold my breath if someone comes too close to me. I guess I need more of a personal space? That doesn’t include hugs from people I Loves.
I hug everyone who needs a hug. Come over here, Bella! >squeeze<
I hold my breath if I feel someone else’s breath close to mine. I don’t want to breathe in used air.
Also I smell the cups, but I think it comes from college life. A lot of my friends do it as well, even in a house where we know the dishes are clean, we spent so much time in a house where it was always questionable.
I hold my breath too. You’re right about the “used air” – it’s disgusting!
I can’t eat if the cabinet doors are left open. Of course now that my father in law found this out he will go through and open up a cabinet door and then sit at the table and laugh at me when I get up to close it again.
I have to–HAVE TO–rinse out any cup I’m about to fill with water from the tap three times.
I also arrange my M&Ms by color and eat them in the order of blue, yellow, orange, brown, green, and red.
I also have to have all of my dollars facing the same way, and if I’ve got loose change on my desk (or table, or whatever) I have to stack it in order of size – quarter, nickel, penny, and dime. And it bugs me that dimes aren’t bigger than nickels/pennies.
I think that’s it…unless being irritated by people chewing with their mouths open counts…if so, then THAT’S it.
lol
You know what, it’s OK if we’re all fuck@d up!!!
Mathman54, I’m sending you the biggest hug right now! >squeezie and smoochies<
If we were all the same, the world would be soooo boring
i wear green or yellow in exams & never buy petrol on saturday.
I can’t deal with the number 13. If I’m counting something I’ll justify changing it to 10 and 3, 11 and 2, etc. I also try to take Friday the 13th off at work (only 1 this year).
When i worked in a supermarket on a till i had to have all notes facing the same way. If i took over from someone and the till was messed up i would not serve a customer till it was right.
i CANNOT see crumbs from prepared leftover foods on my counters at home. I have to clean them right away. And it turns out my wife is the messiest cook I have ever met. I have actually asked her NOT to cook many-a-time and eaten out just to avoid seeing the mess.
Bella speaks truth.
I have a family member who sorts M&Ms and jelly beans, so I taunt them by grabbing a handful of Jelly-Belly flavors and popping them in my mouth all at once. (It’s CANDY people!)
For myself, I don’t have any. I feel left out now.
For the record, being an M&M sorter… I don’t care how OTHER people eat their M&Ms. I just eat MINE that way.
For some reason, I don’t have the same thing with Jelly Bellys or Skittles…it’s just M&Ms. Dunno why.
Hmmm, lets see.
I hang all my clothes with their fronts/zippers/buttons towards my right and they must be inverted inside out.
I will always carry heavier items with my left hand even though I am right handed.
I will always take the leftmost path if two or more paths lead to the same destination with the same amount of distance.
I never drink anything with my right hand, only with the left hand.
Nothing too strange.
LOL,Gary they fall out in my closet, now the floor in there is another story. I guess that’s where my luck goes.
I have to curl my toes up in between telegraph poles when im driving along