I'm not sure how many you're supposed to come up with -- I've seen both five and seven. I'm getting stumped, so have five.
1. I frequently reach out and touch whatever inanimate objects I happen to be passing as I walk by them. Walls, lamp-posts, trees, windows, benches, fences, whatever. I just stick my arms out and run my fingers over them, sometimes tapping or flicking them to see what sounds they make as well.
2. I only like mushrooms cooked, but I only like salmon raw. I acquired my taste for mushrooms rather unexpectedly, when one time I ate them and they had randomly transformed from "icky fungus, but I'll eat them in a mixture" to "hey, these are good" (Sam I Am, and I would eat them ... uh.. with your sister?). I acquired my taste for sashimi on purpose, trying to see what all the fuss was about, but it took my stomach a few tries to get over the "OMG I AM EATING RAW FLESH" idea.
3. I don't react well to unsolicited compliments (especially on my physical appearance) or praise for doing something well. If I post something where people will see it and they say "hey, I like this", that's okay, because I started it, but if you just walk up to me and say something like "I like your haircut", I will sputter and try to deflect it. Comments like that read to me as "unexpected attempt to engage with me; this person is now expecting me to do something", which I find threatening.
4. I occasionally chew on scraps of paper, although I rarely swallow anymore. In third grade I had quite a habit of actually eating it (come on, I was seven, what do you want? it beats eating dirt), and in eleventh grade I was still doing it often enough that on one occasion with a certain green-tinged notepad, my friend Bob remarked on it wryly, "Lisa eats green paper. This is proof that you don't need brains to get an A in Spanish class." (Which I did eight times in a row, and high-mark As at that. :P )
5. I am obsessive about crossing off the days on my desk calendar with parallel diagonal strokes, and get a little annoyed if people cross off days on the other calendars in the room before I get to them, as though they are invading my turf.
1. I frequently reach out and touch whatever inanimate objects I happen to be passing as I walk by them. Walls, lamp-posts, trees, windows, benches, fences, whatever. I just stick my arms out and run my fingers over them, sometimes tapping or flicking them to see what sounds they make as well.
2. I only like mushrooms cooked, but I only like salmon raw. I acquired my taste for mushrooms rather unexpectedly, when one time I ate them and they had randomly transformed from "icky fungus, but I'll eat them in a mixture" to "hey, these are good" (Sam I Am, and I would eat them ... uh.. with your sister?). I acquired my taste for sashimi on purpose, trying to see what all the fuss was about, but it took my stomach a few tries to get over the "OMG I AM EATING RAW FLESH" idea.
3. I don't react well to unsolicited compliments (especially on my physical appearance) or praise for doing something well. If I post something where people will see it and they say "hey, I like this", that's okay, because I started it, but if you just walk up to me and say something like "I like your haircut", I will sputter and try to deflect it. Comments like that read to me as "unexpected attempt to engage with me; this person is now expecting me to do something", which I find threatening.
4. I occasionally chew on scraps of paper, although I rarely swallow anymore. In third grade I had quite a habit of actually eating it (come on, I was seven, what do you want? it beats eating dirt), and in eleventh grade I was still doing it often enough that on one occasion with a certain green-tinged notepad, my friend Bob remarked on it wryly, "Lisa eats green paper. This is proof that you don't need brains to get an A in Spanish class." (Which I did eight times in a row, and high-mark As at that. :P )
5. I am obsessive about crossing off the days on my desk calendar with parallel diagonal strokes, and get a little annoyed if people cross off days on the other calendars in the room before I get to them, as though they are invading my turf.