I need to use associations to remember things. Some of them are so remote and indirect that they amaze even me.
Classic example: I was trying to remember someone's last name (Rockwell).
Uhh . . . . airplane . . . propeller . . . . single seat . . . crop duster . . . buzzsaw . . . . .ROCKWELL!!!!
I like to say outlandish, crazy, borderline-offensive things, then pause, smile, and start off in another direction by saying "ANYWAY . . . "
"Of course I was the abortion my mother couldn't quite bring herself to complete with those forceps, given that she was blitzed on absinthe and vicodin at the time. . . . . ANYWAY, how about Jennifer Aniston? She hasn't had a good part in a while."
When I put down my wallet, phone and keys in a place anywhere that is not THE place I expect them to be, I stare at them, walk a few steps away, turn around and look at them again, and point at them. Then I can go on with my business.
I use randomness to test people. This pisses some of them off so much it isn't even funny. Well, actually it is kinda funny.
All of this applies to me as well. As for my personal quirks:
My laughter is like a rainbow, ranging from silent giggling to Joker-like cackling.
I'll laugh at anything if I perceive it as even mildly funny, from dead baby jokes to rape.
I have a very goofy side that I want to unleash in public, but I repress because I know everyone would avoid me. I let it out in bursts, but even then I elicit wtf reactions. It's something like this:
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(shows you where I got the avatar)
I often get so lost in my own thoughts that my perception of time and reality becomes wonky. (hard to explain, feels surreal after too much thinking)
If I stare at a word too long, it starts to look like it's in a different language. (not dyslexic, but it starts to seem like it's not a word. Once again, hard to explain...)
I occasionally like to think out loud by talking to myself in a mirror.
I'm not very emotionally expressive, even if inside I'm flooded with it. Sometimes I have to force myself to emote actually.
Even though I maintain a shield up to keep most people out, I secretly wish I could open up/have a meltdown in front of somebody to show my inner feelings.
I often associate music with colors, but it's too hard to try and explain it to most. (for those that have seen The Soloist: Sort of like that scene where Nathaniel is taken to the orchestra. I'd post a clip, but I can't seem to find one....)