It’s Thursday again already, and that means it’s time for another edition of Mommy Melee’s Girl Talk Thursday!
This week we’re discussing our “Weird Quirks”. When I first heard the topic, I was afraid it was going to be a tough one for me. I’ve never thought of myself as a quirky person. I walk the straight and narrow, never a toe out of line. I follow rules as though there are invisible authority figures* watching my every move. I … should have several bullet points dotting this paragraph.
Presented in no particular order, because even a frustrated wannabe librarian like me can’t devise a way to organize one’s personality quirks.
- I can’t let other people do my laundry. Letting Matt wash my clothes is about as far as I’m willing to go.
- When I’m browsing books in the library, I absentmindedly straighten the shelves.
- In the grocery store checkout line, I group items in such a way as to facilitate the most efficient bagging.
- I did my whole math degree with one mechanical pencil, just kept replacing the lead and erasers. I discovered I didn’t have it with me on my way to my last final exam and risked being late by turning around and going home to retrieve it.
- If I ever feel a pain in my ear, I immediately look at a clock. I’m convinced it can’t be an ear infection if I know the exact time the pain started. (I realize this makes no sense.)
- I’m afraid of flat paint. Seriously. Touching it creeps me out. Even looking at paint of a specific texture has the ability to make my skin crawl.
- You will never hear the words “bored” or “boring” come out of my mouth. I drive people crazy with this, but the last time I mused that things could be a tad more exciting, a tornado came past my house.
- As you can see, I’m a pretty superstitious person. Except, instead of going with the REGULAR ones NORMAL superstitious people have, I have made up a bunch of my own.
- If you ask me a question from a book I have read, I will remember the exact part of the page where the information was located. I won’t always remember the answer, however.
- Statues, dolls, and figurines with human bodies + animal heads TERRIFY me. Like, worse than clowns.
- I have to sleep on the side of the bed that is furthest from the door.
- I sit cross-legged whenever I can get away with it, even at the dinner table. I fail at wearing skirts.
- I agonize over how to end my blog posts. (Does that work?)
(How about this?)
* To illustrate this point, I offer you this anecdote from my first day as a library page: I was opening each book to check the first page where the branch information was written, as outlined in the shelving manual. Someone had tucked a $20 bill in the pocket where the old due date card would have been stored. I briefly considered keeping it, until I had the thought, “What if this is a TEST? What if they put it there to see if I would turn it in? IT COULD BE A TESSSSST.”