Only one tissue left in the box... I'll just use toilet paper.

If i've been thinking about a particular person a lot, afterwards if people are telling a story or describing a scenario, I always picture the person I was thinking of before as the person as the main character in their story/scenario.

Whenever I fart, I always smell it. But when other people fart, I don't want to smell it.

Doing something private and think "What if my mom/dad/boss etc. saw me now?"

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Still record on VHS tapes.

Every time i find an insect in my basement i grab it put it in the toilet and pee on it victoriously while its being flushed down. But Im a nice guy, and i worry about this evil hatred i have towards insects.

Playing with a tiny piece of loose skin in the middle of my upper lip.

Feel like puhing the crap out of people who talk loud in public places.

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I always have trouble leaving a airplanes lavatory I never get the door open

I feel like I'm superman every time I run by the counter in the kitchen and the papers on it go flying off.

Think a really Fu**ed up thought in your head, and then get mad at your brain for even coming up with it, and finally trying to think really nice thoughts to make up for it.

Whenever I go to a new place, I look around and carefully plan my escape route in case of zombies.

Whenever I slurp from a straw I do it a little bit at a time, slowly and steadily so people don't turn at me and give me an annoyed face.

Singing alone in the car and then stopping, scared that there is an audio recorder in the car recording you singing.

I get into a massive fight with my parents, and then do the thing i was told not to just so i can tick them off.

when being in the bathroom at night, avoid looking in the mirror

i open the cuboard door tosee if theres anything to eat and if theres nothing there i close it and go to the fridge if theres nothing there i go back to the cuboard =)

must have the tv volume set to an even number or feel weird

I get more creeped out the more I read the comments here, especially as the comments start getting really low thumbs ups.

Sometimes I reflect on my life and just feel humiliated.

My brother (who is 2 years younger) and I have our own language, consisting of movie quotes and silly stuff we made up when we were little. We speak it with abandon when we're alone, and try as hard as we can to suppress it when we're with a friend. But sometimes some of it slips out, and the friend looks at us like he's the guy who isn't in on the joke; I always get the feeling he or she thinks the two of us are crazy. By the way, if you're the third person in company with two close siblings who are speaking their own secret language, don't ask them to explain or look at them like they're crazy. They're not nuts, and you won't understand, even if they try to explain. Just let it pass.

I chew on anything plastic. I don't think there's a pen that I haven't chewed on or a plastic cap I haven't put in my mouth. It's a horrible habit but it feels so DAMN GOOD TO CHEW!

Things You Think Only You Do

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