I love you and everything you stand for.

All the this!

I call them CatBopz! I have many, MANY CatBopz that replace Jesus with Pika, my kitty's name. Possibly (definitely) offensive to Christians.

I do this, and now husband and boyfriend have also picked up the habit.

You must live closer to the coasts but... you say when that "Rude" song was popular? So it passes? We survive?

I do this. You're much better but I'm just glad I'm not alone.

I had to think about it, because frankly, I do a lot of weird things. But I did it. I figured out the weirdest one.
Sometimes, when I have to fart, I lay on my back and spread my cheeks apart, because I find it oddly satisfying to have a fart that's just a puff of air.

I have a habit in the morning of turning on the shower, and while waiting for the water to warm up, I poop. I poop in the toilet, by the way... not in the shower, if you guys needed that clarification. Anyways, because I don't want to flush and make the water boiling hot (which I have no idea if this is even the…

I fart with wild abandon and laugh at the noises. I fart as I high kick. I fart while plié-ing. If I'm laying down, I stick my butt high up in the air and fart. I'll fart when I'm far enough into the relationship, but not with the same gusto.

For some reason, when I was in first grade, we watched some (horrifying) video about spiders and whatnot. It talked all about the dangerous spiders like black widows and brown recluses and I developed an insane an intense fear of brown recluses because the video said that they would hide in toilet invite people in the…

I was afraid that the air was unclean everywhere except in the house. I would try to stop breathing and when that failed I would never swallow any spit because it touched the air. (I think maybe I got this idea from the pollen forecast or something.)

That toilet story was my worst nightmare! I'm from a huge family and the older cousins convinced us younger ones that our grandparents' bathroom had alligators living in the sewers and they would bite your butt when you sat down. I remember one cousin even showing a scratch mark on his butt (that he probably gave…

Jeez.. when I was young I had dreams that wolves would come into my room and eat me. So I started making my younger sister sleep on the outside of the bed we shared for extra protection. I'm still not trustworthy.

I was also a high strung child with many strange fears, and the biggest one was that I would be abducted from my bedroom while I was sleeping by kidnappers. I had to remind my parents to check on me in the middle of the night or I couldn't sleep. If I thought I didn't remind them, I would be overcome with terror and…

I have a sister who's 11 years older than me and one of her down-on-her luck friends was living with us sleeping on the fold out couch. I was about 10. The big girls would stay up late watching horror movies and I figured out if I was very very quiet they'd forget I was there and I could stay up late and watch them…

I was also terrified of the bathroom. It had an exhaust fan and I was convinced a boogeyman was going to come through it and grab me. I used to pee with the door open so I could make a quick exit. Eventually my siblings raised enough of a fuss about walking by the bathroom and seeing me pee that I was shamed into…

I feel your pain. Once when I was about 5, I went to the bathroom, pulled down my pants and started to sit down on the toilet and then - out of the corner of my eye - saw something move.

You are soooo not alone. I, too, was very concerned about fires in the middle of the night. I was also afraid of burglars breaking in and stabbing us all while we slept, and spent a lot of time worrying about the best floor of a building to be on if there were an earthquake (top floor = nothing collapses on top of…

I relate to this SO HARD. I had the misfortune of watching Child's Play as an 8yr old and for some reason that manifested itself into a fear of the bathroom. I would literally give myself pep talks before I flushed the toilet and got the HELL out of there. My parents also had orange towels (same color as Chuckie's…

Aw you poor thing. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade I started wearing shorts to bed because I was terrified that if the house burned down the neighborhood boys would see me in my underwear.