I always throw off my blanket and cushion while sleeping. Late night when I get up for something maybe I actually get to know that all this while I had been sleeping without them.
It is applicable for the winters as well.
Whenever I'm alone and get scared, I imagine there's someone beside me (mostly, an invisible friend or an angel), and I start talking with them. Then I feel less scared knowing that there's someone with me.
My room has to be messy. lol
It's weird, but I enjoy my form of organized chaos.
When you are pregnant, people say nesting is cleaning and prepping for a baby.. I did that to the rest of my house... But my sons father said our room got worse. Like an actual nest, made by a ferret or a rat or something. It made me feel safe, like no one could get to me.
Plus I enjoy sleeping with 10+ pillows, I make almost a ring with them and curl up in a little ball onto/ in the middle of them. I started this when I was pregnant, and stopped for a while.. but now that its just me and my son again, and I sleep alone I'm back at it. lol So it's not weird at all.
I feel like my spirit animal is a ferret, which makes since I love them. And have had many of them as pets over the years.
Some people regard writing poetry as weird. Not PnQ peeps, but those 'normal' do.
Me, well I like drinking Earl Grey. I used to have this with the following breakfast:
2 slices of toast. 1 slice with peanut butter and the other with Marmite. I would then scoop a can of drained tuna chunks and smother with hot baked beans. Tomato sauce would of course be liberally applied on top. Eccentric? Maybe not, but I would eat this with a runcible spoon. Lol
When I eat, I leave a small piece or portion of the last food I want to taste in my mouth. I will eat that piece/portion after I finish my plate. Not really unique to me, as my younger sister does the same. We call that 'save the best for last' taste.