Quirks “R” Us!
Second Edition.
Susan Brearley wrote a sequel for the quirks over at Muddy-Um. I figured I’d do a second one as well here at Yo’ Mama’s pub. I’m sure I’ve yet to scratch the surface of my eccentricities, idiosyncrasies.etc… I think I’d be rather dull without my quirks, however annoying they may be to others… ie, family etc.
Without further ado, I present my list to you:
- Not sure why, but the smell in a mechanic garage just tantalizes my olfactory senses. It actually … how do I say this without calling out all the weirdos? Anyway,I don’t have the word off the top of my head. Let’s just say, I find myself somewhat erotically charged when smelling this particular scent. WD-40 has the same effect.
- I become obsessed with certain music and must listen to it until I can barely stand it anymore. You might say it’s one of my more endearing qualities… Or annoying.
- I HATE BALLOONS. I just can’t stand them. Seriously.
- I have a habit of wearing just one sock in bed. This way I am neither too hot,nor am I too cold. I am balanced. Well, not really, but we won’t go there.
- I have a bizarre obsession with funerals and eulogies. I’ve never been to one, so I don’t understand this preoccupation.
- I love cheese and butter. I would fare well in Europe, but my waistline would likely suffer the consequences.
- I can’t for the life of me apply eyeliner anymore. Even mascara is challenging. My eyelashes are short, brittle and if I close my eyes too tight, I risk blinding myself, all be it temporarily, when I try to open my eyes after. I’m envious of those with long lush lashes.
- I love stuffed animals. ‘Nuff said.
- I like to rhyme stuff in my head, or out loud.
- I’m oddly fixated with WW2 and the Holocaust. I don’t understand this fixation either.
There are probably a few more. LIke the fact I like sweet and salty together along with spice. I like it, but my stomach punishes me afterwards. Oh, and also, my tummy makes the most bizarre noises. It’s quite embarrassing out in public. At home, I just laugh it off. It’s like an alien is trying to break out.
So, all my fellow weirdos here at Ain’t Yo’Mama’s Tea Party Y’all and at Muddy-Um, if you are so brave to write about your deeper quirks, I invite you to share them! We’d love to hear about them.
For Now, I Bid You Farewell.
Another quirk: I can watch some movies over and over again. Like the above movie.
Ta ta!