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My pens must remain untouched by other human hands. I will happily let someone use my pen if the occasion arises, but it is straight in the garbage afterwards or ‘keep it.’ If it’s a pen I’ve become particularly attached to, an awkward ‘sorry, I can’t lend it to you and I can’t explain why; I just can’t.’ It’s not a germ or hygiene issue, but some deep violation of the symbiotic relationship between a man and his pen.british accents
When I have to ask for directions and the location is fairly obvious, I’m always embarrassed. To avoid the humiliation, I ask in a British accent so my incompetence is socially accepted.salt
I have to eat salty crackers, like saltines, pringles or Cheezits, with the salt side down, and usually in one bite. I also have to always apply the salt before the pepper to any meal, because of an old myth I have believed that the salt “helps prepare the meal before the pepper arrives.”hair and shredded carrots
I have reoccurring dreams about my mouth being full of an unending amount of hair clippings. I think that’s why I can’t stand eating shredded carrots.Starburst
When I eat Starburst, I can only eat them in the following order: yellow, orange, pink and red. I stop eating once I’ve run out of enough candies to complete the pattern.popsicles
I hate the touch of unpolished wood. Holding a popsicle stick gives me goosebumps. I have to eat popsicles by holding the stick with my sleeve, even though it gives me purple stains.
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