Oh I am so sad. A friend recently posted “six unspectacular quirks” about herself . . . then “tagged” my sister who did the same and then tagged me. I am not sad because I got tagged. I think the word “tag,” when it comes to making someone write about something on their blog, sounds a little silly, but the process itself is fun. I like to be given a topic or some questions to answer all about little old me me me. I am sad though because I don’t think I have a single quirk.
That word, “quirk” just keeps going through my head, “Quirk, quirk? Quirky? Quirk.” like somehow I will become quirky if I just think that word over and over. Being quirky really means you are cool. It means you are unique and have little things you do that others shake their heads or laugh at but in an adoring fashion as they think, “Oh, you are so fun. You have your own cool little you things that make you so you and I wish I had that quirk so people would think I was so cute and all my own little person.” Sigh. Don’t you all remember once when I tried to think of just plain old THINGS about me? Not even special quirks -- just some simple interesting things. All I could come up with was that I have TMJ and am allergic to Brazil nuts. Quirk quirk quirk. I am going to go downstairs now and ask Mike if I have any quirks.
I’m back. He’s no use. Besides several smart alec comments like, “Is a bun a quirk? It seems quirky,” and then rubbing his forehead and repeatedly saying, “Let’s think. Hmm. Lets think,” and coming up with nothing, he said, “I’ll observe you over the next day and identify any quirks.” At least I am now in a chuckling mood because of my very bad husband so having no quirks only seems medium bad. Well, I will just try to think of ANY six things about me and maybe I can make them sound quirky (and later, when I suddenly am like, “Hey!! I forgot about that quirk! I do have a quirk!” I will post it).
1. I choke a lot. Can something be a quirk when it is a physiological issue? I think quirks are little habits or preferences or ways you always do things, and I definitely don’t try to make a habit of choking so it probably doesn’t count. I do choke often though -- probably at least weekly -- especially if I am eating chicken, potatoes or bread. It really is no fun and I don’t think I just eat too fast because I believe some of my siblings have this same problem and my older brother had to have a tube stuck down his throat to stretch it out once.
It is the next morning now. I tried to explain to Abe what a quirk is and then asked him if I have any quirks. What he said will count as #2.
2. I have a lot of girls; and I always have to shower before we go somewhere. Cool that he thinks those are quirks. Sadly, as any friends who come across me in the morning out shopping can attest, I definitely don’t always “shower before we go somewhere.”
3. I really like apple slices with peanut butter and mini marshmallows on them. You can see I am floundering for quirks here. In general though I do go through cyclic spells of food cravings. When I was pregnant with Abe a co-worker told me that the weird foods I always brought to work had given her no clue because I always ate weird things. It might be canned peas and carrots, key lime pie, or (like recently) that gooey golden grahams/chex mix treat that I have been making pretty much every week.
4. I love makeup (alright, I’ve totally given up on even trying to be quirky, I am simply trying to get through this list of SIX things!). Eye makeup in particular makes me very happy. I love to mess around with it and would love to put it on any of your own beautiful eyes if you let me.
I give up. I only made it to four and one didn’t really count since it was Abe’s cool idea of quirks. I thought for sure that as I began typing wonderful little fun facts about myself would begin spewing out of my mind, but I got nothin.’ Oh well, now, as tradition goes, I tag all of you who actually were able to think of a quirk of your own as you read this.