Quirks? Everybody's got 'em.
Me, I tend to rub/scratch my nose when I'm vaguely annoyed, particularly when I either don't know precisely what I'm annoyed about or when I can't do anything about it. I am a compulsive knuckle cracker and particularly use that one as a displacement when I think of things (or people) that upset me. I didn't make the connection between the two until about two and a half years ago, when my roommate of the day observed that I cracked my knuckles whenever one specific individual was mentioned.
I am a compulsive fidgeter, which is why I don't do well at desk jobs. My current job is a desk job and I go through on average two rubber bands per day... play with them until they break.
Whenever I buy a new pack of cigarettes, I turn it upside down and tap it against my open palm twice. When I pull a cigarette out of the pack, I tap it twice against the broad side of the pack before putting it in my mouth. I have no idea why I do these things, I just do.
I randomly adjust my hat and I can't leave the apartment or office without it. I've given in to not wearing it at work since it violates dress code, but I always put it on before actually stepping outside the building. The adjusting is actually almost rational, since I wear a fedora and a stiff breeze will take it off my head if it's not seated properly, but there's no real explanation as to why I can't leave home without it. Speaking of leaving home, I always have to check my pockets on the front stoop when I step outside. Keys go in front right, phone in front left, wallet in back right and comb in back left. I have never in my life locked myself out of the house and it wouldn't do me any good even if I did, since I've already locked the door behind me, but I do it anyway. If I forget any one of those items I have to go back for it; this includes my comb.
I make a tika-tika noise when I'm concentrating on something. I know why I do this; it goes back to when I was learning to play the trumpet. When I was learning how to double tongue I would practice the technique everywhere I went and now it just sneaks up on me sometimes.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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