Interesting quirks!!!

When I spell the word "Awesome" I spell it "Awsome" Just because, it looks better, and i have been "misspelling" it for so long, it would kill me to go back.

I never ever ever answer the phone. The only phone I answer is my cell phone. Its almost like, i think the phone is dirty or something.

I hate being rubbed. I mean just EW!!!

Werd

So you have a anything touching you prob. Please lie down on the couch so we can confront some of your issues.

Everything just about. And yeah, sometimes i cant stand to be touched. Its personal, if i dont know you really well, beyond shaking hands or a kiss on the cheek(cultural) i freak out sorta. Ile get really figity and want to leave wherever i am as soon as possible.

I hate the feeling of stuff like velvet being rubbed the wrong way.

I have a strange habit where i start organizing things if im looking for something and cant find it.

-if someone besides my girlfriend touches me, i get really mad. excluding fighting/wrestling/other contact sports, i'll yell at them.
-i don't answer my home phone either
-i HATE it when people apologize to me. you did something, so what. don't apologize, i won't forgive you.
-more when they come to mind
-edit- by touch, i mean putting their hand on my shoulder(as a teacher might do) or when feeling sorry for me they put there hand on my arm, or something like that.

Edited by bluemunky42

I hate being slapped on the back or having my ears flicked.

I also DESPISE nail biters, especially if I can hear you crunching and clicking as you do it. It skeeves me out to no end, probably worse than you can even imagine. 

I had to sit next to a kid in class last semester who I swear to god would make a snack out of his friggin fingers every day. It was with superhuman restraint that kept my pen from being stabbed into his trachea.  

Edited by Reb Cpl

by slapped on the back, i assume you mean when people really SMACK you and it leaves a splitting pain where they hit you, as opposed to a "good job" pat on the back?

Reb Cpl wrote: I have being slapped on the back or having my ears flicked. I also DESPISE nail biters, especially if I can hear you crunching and clicking as you do it. It skeeves me out to no end, probably worse than you can even imagine.  I had to sit next to a kid in class last semester who I swear to god would make a snack out of his friggin fingers every day. It was with superhuman restraint that kept my pen from being stabbed into his trachea.

I fit that description. I can't stop it; it isn't voluntary.