I've realized I can never really relax in any way--I have to be thinking of some idea or moving something around, whether it just be my eyes darting or wiggling my fingers. And sometimes, when thinking, it helps me when I wildly gesticulate.
In relation, I like doing things while walking around in circles, whether it be eating or thinking.
I spontaneously go off in mad laughter. It's really fun, actually.
Oh, I prefer well-thought out essays in comparison to poetry. Hidden Metaphors (HE WAS TALKING ABOUT A BIRD THAT FLEW AWAY NOT HIS DEAD WIFE), interpretation, weird wording structures and such annoy me to great bounds.