I cannot whistle nor can I roll my R's properly. It sucks when I'm trying to speak other languages i'm learning and I sound like I have a speech impediment of sorts.
I have metric system OCD where every time I see mms or cms I feel and uncontrollable compulsion to convert it into inches and it usually takes a while because I suck at math.
I have my normal talking voice and my “business” voice where my business voice goes up several octaves and I sound like a stereotypical flaming gay guy. I’m aware of it but I can’t help it.
Was browsing some blacklight reactive paints in a art store a few months back and one of the paints I was looking at flew out of my hand, hit the floor, and somehow exploded all over my pants. As a result one pair of jeans just has these bright green smudges on it on the direct front and one of the legs that I have never been able to wash out.
Back in like 2015-2016 several of those fucking salesmen that try selling you shit in public areas despite not having a booth called me "ma'am". A good few times the last 10 years security guards at flea markets and casinos who were fucking visibly my age or younger somehow mistook me as unattended teenager. Now, for context I do not look anything like a woman or a kid so this is like secondhand embarrassment of those people's retardation more than anything. I brought these incidents up when they were new-ish years back but I got reminded of them due to some unrelated convo today.