Your "Alone Time" Secrets
Until I turned 18 and went to college, I was pretty much the weirdest person that I knew. As it turns out, in most cases I'm either just easily misunderstood or completely unaware that others are equally strange as I am. To test the latter part of this theory, I'm posing the following question to all the Guidespotters out there -- what do you secretly do when nobody else is around?
Drinking Straight From the Jug
There are several schools of thought on this practice:
1. Fine by me.
2. Absolutely disgusting.
3. I say it’s gross so that others don’t do it, but secretly indulge when nobody else is around.
Care to wager which category I fall into?
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Singing in the Car
One the very rare occasion I’m in the car by my lonesome, I make it a point to sing along as loudly as possible with artists I don’t stand a chance at keeping up with, such as AC/DC and Josh Groban.
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This One is a Given People
I’m only saying it so you don’t feel compelled to.
Audible flatulence
I spend a good deal of my time making sure that I’m not quacking in front of friends, coworkers, and my boyfriend. Time alone means that I can finally fart without having to be concerned about scaring someone off. It’s not even so much an issue of odor (women fart daisy smells, didn’t you know that?), but more of a concern about the sheer earblasting sound.
I know, I know, holding them in isn’t good for you, either.
Working (and Rocking) Out
When I go on the treadmill in the privacy of my own home and a good song comes on, I lip sync and pretend to play the guitar or the drums.
Watch Gossip Girl
I definitely drink milk from jug in public, and not worried about picking boogers (I used to have a bumper sticker that said “I pick my nose in traffic”). But watching Gossip Girl. That’s kind of embarrassing…
Bust into SPONTANEOUS exercise!!
Jumping jacks, situps, jabs, lunches, squats…you name it.
I PIck A Scab on The Top of My Head
I think I might need an intervention, it’s so gross. I pick it to death and then wait for it to scab back over and then pick it again. I am losing my hair in that area and my boyfriend threatens to move out when he catches me doing it but I think there’s no hope for me and my scab.
I wish I did something fun when I’m all alone, like dancing in an elevator.
Yep... that's it...
Well, cleaning.. and WoWing. I alternate. :D
Dancing in the Elevator
I don’t recall exactly when this started, or why and how for that matter; all I know is that it’s become a bit of a compulsion. When those closing elevator doors find me all by myself, I start shaking what God gave me until they open back up.
Yeah, it’s a lot like that.
Attempted Telekinesis
The situation usually looks something like this: I’m planted on the coach, the remote is just out of reach, and nobody else is around. I’ll generally spend a good 30 seconds to a minute trying to will the remote into my hand utilizing mind powers. I may not have had any successes to date, but at least I’m not a quitter.
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Whistle While You Work
When I’m home alone cooking, I like to pretend I know Italian, or how to sing for that matter, and attempt to sing along with Italian Opera. I know, I’m awesome.
Imaginary Conversations
I have pretend conversations with people that I know. In these conversations I am painfully charming and fantastically witty. Of course, since this usually takes place in the car on my way home from work, they’re also punctuated with "What the F&*#? “Why aren’t we GOING?” “GREEN MEANS GO!” etc.
Digging for gold
By that, I mean, picking your nose. I would never do this, of course, but I know some of you do.
Twiddles!!!
Yes, twiddles. It’s something I made up as a young kid and I can’t believe I’m talking about it on the internets! Gulp. Here goes:
So, my Ernie doll (actually a different one than pictured here) is pretty much my favorite thing in the world and I like to “twiddle” his ears, which basically looks like me taking his ears between my fingers (the 3 spaces between the 4 non-thumb fingers where your fingers hit the rest of your hand) Why do I do this? Because I like the way the felt ears feel in those finger spaces especially if his ears are
COLD (I also like cold pillows and sheets and generally being a little cold).
Um, so yeah, twiddle time happens ALL the time in secret. Sometimes not so secretly.
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I obsessively read children's books
The ones with life lessons in them, especially My Many-Colored Days and The Big Orange Splotch and Frederick. Sometimes I read the same ones 5 times in a row.
Doing Everything Naked
Doing everything naked includes lifting, reaching, leaning over, squatting: I think you get the picture. And it’s not a pretty one, people.
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