Originally posted by Lopéz
I talk to myself. A lot. When nobody is around, I genuinely "LOL" at things I see on the internet, I commentate to myself on various household activities, and I have been known to narrate my way through an activity to a non-existent audience as if I'm a TV chef or something. This ties in with my another freakish habit, which is basically running about the house like a deranged 5 year old. When I'm home alone I never walk up the stairs, I run at full pelt, sometimes jumping several steps at one time. Should I need to traverse the living room I actually sprint in, jump over the footstool and do a sideways "heelclick" in mid air. When I get to the bottom 3 or 4 steps I put my palm on the banister nob and jump in a 180 degree arc onto the hallway floor. I constanly throw knives/forks/tools/whatever I have to hand in the air like a majorette would with a baton and catch them. If you ever speak to me in real life you'll notice I do it with my mobile, keys, pens, whatever I have to hand.
EDIT:
Waaah, Mr Flibble has reminded me. I constantly play out "virtual scenarios" not only in my head, but out loud with simulated accents and everything. I end up going off on a total tangent most of the time, playing out what did/could/would/should have happened. Combined with this I daydream about what I'd do in some sort of "post-apocolyptical" world, or if we were under occupation from invaders like France was in WWII. I used to be terrible for doing it on my paper round becuase it was a lot of time spent walking about the countryside on my own, giving me more time to think up this crap. Now I drive instead of walking everywhere I don't do it as much
I = odd.