Hey Pandas, What Is Something You Do That You're Not Sure Anyone Else Does? (Closed)

I rub my feet together it bed to help me go to sleep.

I can not sleep without my hands being under the duvet or blanket

I keep bottled waters, dollar bills or food like packet of crackers in my car for when I pass by homeless people and people who panhandle. Everyone needs food and water. I don't care who you are. So, before anyone gets into about the panhandling, they are asking not stealing. How many times will somebody say "dude why did you steal that you could have just asked"? Anyway, walking down a path of God is not walking by someone who is hungry and thirsty and having the means and not doing anything.

I calculate purchases in my favourit pair of jeans from 8 years ago (79€) or dog food (50€)

Play over 60 hours of pokemon in 2 weeks

I rub the sides of my nose with my knuckles about a billion times a day. Looks like I'm gearing up for a fight or have a coke habit. I've done it for as long as I can remember. I think it's actually changed the shape of my nose over time. No idea why I do it. Just feels good.

I crack (pop? don't know the word) my right wrist all the time. Just a twist and a click, three times in a row, it's very annoying but I have to do it. Sometimes it's subconsciously and people ask me to stop, other times I get a random feeling and stop whatever I'm doing. It's really odd

I am 12 and I listen only to punk and metal people find me weird because of it (I’m a girl and that’s why )

I repeat everything I say under my breath after I say it. Some of my friends and family always point it out and tell me to stop doing it though. :(

I can make up a whole anime in my head. like characters, plot, setting, everything. I can even make up anime openings with the music I listen to. And the animation is flawless in my head. Same thing goes with books and tv shows. It's like I write a whole novel in my head no problem. Now if only I could do that in real life...

I can forget things at will. If I'm around someone spilling a secret combo to a safe full of gold and told to forget what I heard, poof! Out it goes.
I've been in the room of many strange conversations, and couldn't repeat what I've heard if tried.

Salutes at lone magpies. Without fail.

I have never had a realistic dream/nightmare in my life. They always are completely random and weird.

Sometimes I find myself talking with myself, but not in a just myself sense, but where there are other personalities. Sometimes one of the personalities just drops something shocking, causing me to freeze in real life for a good few minutes as I try to find out why they said that.

I pretend everyone around me is a different person and usually not human. I’m big into fantasy

I make up elaborate backstories for strangers I see on the street. Sometimes they're superheroes, other times they're time travelers. It's all in good fun.

Despite "blue light" from electronic devices interrupting seratonin/melatonin levels causing people to not be able to sleep as readily, if I can't sleep, all I need to do is use an electronic device like a phone or computer and within minutes, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Makes it difficult to read anything lengthier online without stepping away frequently. Good thing I don't have a computer oriented job.

Also, people in my life who are deceased come to me in my dreams often. Also in my dreams I see and interact with people I have never met, seen or encountered in my life, as though in my dreams I'm experiencing someone elses life. It's often not pleasant, to put it lightly though at other times as ordinary as daily life gets. Sometimes I wonder if it is premonition or possibly past or future lives encroaching. I feel that dreams are the closest the living gets to the afterlife without crossing over and that death is just the doorway into that other existance we think of as dreams.

Lastly, I have learned to not let it run my life, but when I was a child, I thought that every single choice no matter how trivial or mundane would affect future outcomes in profound ways. It was exhausting and I eventually learned to let go of that anxiety.

I have decided all squirrels are named "Matilda" and grackles are named "Stanley/Stanlette".

I’m smart and good at a million things except organizing my house. I don’t get it. I can do ANYTHING. Figure anything out. I just cannot organize my house and it’s making me crazy. I do not understand. I’m seriously considering going to therapy to work on it. Therapy saved my life and helped me get sober. Surely it can help me with this!! I’m DEFINITELY open to suggestions.

I talk, almost nonstop. I have extreme anxiety and hearing my own voice talk me through every day tasks as little as brushing my hair is almost calming. Almost.