I have very narrow and silly interests and obsess over them and find a way to share them with every person I come into contact with. After a while, I move onto something else, but, if something I hear or see triggers it, I will share it. And it's very rarely something that is productive or will get one anywhere.
For example: In Alabama, each county has a corresponding code, a number, which is on every car tag according to the county they're from. The codes are assigned to each county alphabetically, except for 1-3, which are by population. The tag numbers start with the county code and then a letter follows and then more numbers and letter. But basically, when you see an Alabama car tag, you can know which county the people are from by the number on it. So, 1-3 are by population, as 1 is Jefferson County which is where Birmingham is; 2 is Mobile County; and 3 is Montgomery County. 4-67 are alphabetical. 4 is Autauga and then 67 is Winston. I won't write them all out. I have lived in Macon (46) and Lee (43) Counties. I also know the county seats of each county. At a young age I made a point to learn each county seat and their corresponding code. In college, a time in my life when I posted a lot of pictures on facebook, when I would tag my friends, I would put their county number by their name. I always thought it was kind of a cool thing that distinguished Alabama from its bordering states; Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, and Florida all have the county name on the tag. I have also lived in Oklahoma. No car tag code, but I made a point to learn all 77 counties and their county seats.
Surely there are some folks from Alabama on here that know what I'm referring to! I know a few others who know them all, too.
The bottom sheet cannot have a wrinkle or crease in it. Otherwise I can't sleep on it until it's fixed.
My brother when he was a kid had to fold down the bedspread and sheets just so, smoothing them out when he got into bed. I would run in and mess them up, over and over. He'd be in tears by the time he got my mother to make me stop.
I cannot be completely still when I sit down. Some part of me has to move.
Also, if you put something on my desk that has the remote possibility of being twirled around my fingers, it will be twirled around my fingers until it flies away.
I sing to my dog, Heather. A lot. I have umpteen unique little songs that are dedicated to her that are completely inane and made-up. Her theme song is The Heather-bo-Beather Song. Different songs imply different activities... like bath time, feeding time, play time etc.