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4:34 p.m. - 2006-01-24

I'm normal. Really I am.

Idiosyncrasies, according to Dictionary dot com reads: 1) A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. 2) A physiological or temperamental peculiarity. 3) An unusual individual reaction to food or a drug.
I was reading my usual daily blog roll yesterday when I came across someone’s meme. This particular meme asked you to name 4 or 5 of your ‘quirks’ or ‘idiosyncrasies’. Well, my immediate thought was “I don’t have any”. I don’t do anything odd. I have no unusual ‘quirks’. I’m completely normal ….

Well, that last sentence might be stretching it a bit.

But the whole idea of having an idiosyncrasy got me thinking. As much as we don’t like to admit it – we do things that bug other people. Or small things that no one else notices, but the truth is WE ALL have little quirks that we don’t even give a second thought too. For instance – the guy that sits on the other side of my cubicle at work has a habit of rubbing his hands together vigorously, like the bad guys in movies - and several times a day – for no apparent reason – just rub, rub, rub. It’s not the hand movement that bothers me so much as the sound. The sound of sandpaper on sandpaper ….. eww … that just gives me goose bumps up my spine at the thought.

But me …. No … I can’t possibly do anything that annoying … do I?

Well actually, if I’m honest with myself … eating anything on my plate that I don’t like first. I’m generally not conscious of the fact that I will begin to eat the vegetables or lesser-liked foods on my plate first. This is so that I can savour the meat or main portion of my dinner better.

Or – How I like to brush my teeth with warm to hot water. I don’t know when I started it, or why, but it drives my husband crazy.

Then there’s the fact that I HAVE TO! Pull out any inserted leaflets or advertisements from magazines that I buy. You know, those little cards to subscribe, or sell you something you don’t want, can’t use, and don’t need. I hate them, and I’ve taken this little trait of mine and will even doing it when I’m in the doctors office, or visiting a friend. Now . . . . . I’ve even got my hubby doing it ….. teeheeee.

Now you know some of the deepest darkest idiosyncrasies this Mugwhump has. Which only proves the point – I’m far from normal and yet – completely normal.

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