When I was little, my dad started cracking my knuckles, so I feel I didn't really have a choice in the matter, but I'm not mad at him. I suppose it's one of my favorite daily "hobbies". As I got older, I just added more joints to crack.
Ooh! Yes, I definitely get excited when I find a new, repeatable crack. It seems that as I get older, I find a new one every so often. Sometimes when I lay in bed at night, I name and count every joint I can crack.
I crack my shoulders almost every morning. When I get up, I put both my arms straight up in the air, grabbing the wrist of my left arm and pulling slightly to the right. It usually only takes a second before it pops. Then repeat with the other arm. My shoulders crack very easily.
I used to be able to crack my jaw by gently biting down on a pencil, but it no longer works for me. I think it is a result of losing certain teeth and now that I have no teeth at all except for my dentures cracking my jaw is probably lost as a fond memory. I can still make noise rubbing tendons against cartledge, but it's not the same. Now all that's left is the ability to crack it mentally. I suppose that I can say that I crack my brain. In certain circles that might be construed in a not so positive light.
I agree. There needs to be established criteria of what constitutes a crack vs just making noise and those found to be in violation of the established criteria should immediately be boiled in 8 month old yak urine in public, slapped daily and twice on Sunday.
I'll give you some new cracks since you have made it clear you only have one thing to talk about, and everything you say revolves around it and around yourself. Maybe we should add the lower back? I'm sure I can figure something out. Something more to hurt, to give you some perspective.