My weird quirks, anxieties and compulsions (Part I)

I don't know exactly what compelled me to start writing this - perhaps it was the conversation I had with my Mom or with my BFF Di. I am weird. I figured that out a long time ago. Honestly, I surround myself with other pretty weird folks too. I've determined in my old age...ha!...that being weird is pretty darn cool. I certainly wouldn't have admitted that many years ago...say in high school...but I can certainly admit it now.


I have many weird quirksZ, anxieties and compulsions. Some people might call them normal - because they experience them - and others may look at them as completely strange and incomprehensible. I have decided to pull back the blinds on my weirdness and expose it to the light....in all it's quirky weird glory.


The first weird quirky thing that comes to mind is how I used to lay in bed as a child - and by child I'd say that it was mostly in my pre-teen and teenage years - and pretend that I'd been in a horrific car accident and was completely paralyzed. I'd pretend to lay there unconscious while people came and visited me. They'd cry and stay with me and read to me. I'd pretend that I wanted to talk to them but couldn't. I used to imagine that everyone who'd ever done anything wrong to me would come to my bedside and apologize and cry because of what they'd done. Mostly I'd pretend that my handsome boyfriend would insist on staying by my bedside and would declare his unending love for me.

It wasn't always a car accident, sometimes I would have broken my neck in a diving accident or I would fallen off a horse.

I always remember focusing on the people coming to see me and that they were so sorry and sad and were always telling me how much they loved me. The boyfriend was always part of it too.

I am sure that somewhere there's a psychiatrist who would have a field day with this.

Week of Quirks - Post V

Hmmmm...well, today being my last day of quirky confessions, I hope to shock each one of you...so be warned now, you may want to weep, run to the corner, and suck your thumb. If you keep reading...know that you're doing so at your own risk.

Quirky Confession #12 - Rolls of paper always have to roll off the same way. Toilet paper and paper towels all have to be torn from the top of the roll...not the backside. There's someone in our office who insists on putting the roll on the wrong way....I have to go and correct it. I know others feel the same way I do, because sometimes someone else has fixed it for me. I so appreciate that.

Quirky Confession #13 - I absolutely cannot go a day without popping my knuckles. When I get stressed I pop them more frequently. I am, however, not my friend Ray who can somehow pop every joint in her body...I'm not kidding. It's kinda comical to watch her go through her ritual of joint popping.

Quirky Confession #14 - If a recipe has more than 10 ingredients, I'm probably never going to make it. To that point, I have cookbooks from Ina Garten, Giada DeLaurentiis, and Alton Brown but haven't cooked anything from them because I just can't stay focused long enough to make it through the ingredient list.

Quirky Confession #15 - I have an unhealthy addiction to ice cream.

Oh...and I used to have this OCD tick where I had to type out conversations. It was like I had an imaginary keyboard and I would just type everything I heard. Weird, eh?

Well, I hope you guys have enjoyed...or not, I really don't care ha!...my week of quirky confessions. Honestly I could probably keep going, but the fact I came up with 15 is a little terrifying. Guess the meds are working after all....

Week of Quirks - Post IV

Quirky Confession #8 - I talk to my dogs like their humans. They talk back to me so I really don't know what the big deal is about it.

Quirky Confession #9 - I really don't like to watch other people eat. It's kinda gross really. I mean, who wants to watch someone take a bite of something and see stuff all over their face or strings of slobber hanging out. Gross...

Quirky Confession #10 - The more often you ask me, "Have you done this yet?" is directly proportionate to how slowly the task will get done.

Quirky Confession #11 - I will drive all the way across the city...about 25 miles...just to go to a Trader Joe's.

I was going to write another confession, but decided I wanted to leave you all hanging with an odd number today. Ha!

Week of Quirks - Post III

Quirky Confession #5 - I always do my morning tasks in the same order. If I don't, I do things like lock myself out of the house.

Quirky Confession #6 - I am usually in bed by 9:30pm during the week. It's because crazy Shooter has to get up at like the butt crack of dawn to go to work. No kidding! He gets to work at 5am...ugh....but I do know now that if I miss TMZ the night before, I can catch it at 4:30am. That makes me happy....not....

Quirky Confession #7 - I couldn't pronounce the word walrus until I was in middle school. I still have a hard time with it...generally I pretend the weird beasts don't exist...makes my life easier. Also, I have to mentally check myself before I say the word orchestra. I learned to spell it in elementary school by saying it or-CHEST-ra.

More to come!!!!

I've been tagged!

Dlyn tagged me on her blog the other day with a meme on my quirky things. How appropriate that I'm doing a week's worth of quirks! Keep reading to hear all about my quirky self!

In response, I'm supposed to tag 6 others....so I'll tag:

Julia, Vanessa, Kelly, Melissious, Whirligig Daisy, and Whitney

Week of Quirks - Post II

Quirky Confession #3 - I do not like crowds. I guess this is more of a paranoia, but regardless it's a quirky part of me. I've gotten worse about this as I've gotten older. I cannot stand to be in a crowd where an exit is not readily available to me. I have this fear that suddenly the crowd will stampede and crush me. I literally have panic attacks if I am subjected to having to stand in a crowd of people.

Quirky Confession #4 - I like my food to be separated. I don't like runny things on a plate where they can make crispy things soggy. The only meal where I will deviate from this is breakfast. I love scrambles where everything is mixed together - hashbrowns, eggs, grits, sausage. YUM! Throw some cheese on top and I'm in heaven. But for dinner....if you're serving me a hamburger with coleslaw and chips. The coleslaw better be in it's own little bowl so that it doesn't make the bun and chips soggy.

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The Confessions continue tomorrow...stay tuned!

Week of Quirks - Post I

So, my bloggie pal Manda over at Shamelessly Sassy is having a birthday this week. Today to be exact. She's is hosting a Quirky Confessions day in honor of her birthday and I've chosen to honor her by devoting this entire week to my quirky confessions. Lord knows I have enough quirks to fill up a lot of space.

Quirky Confession #1 - I can't stand to hear someone else clip their fingernails or file their nails with an emery board. I have had to ask people on the train (going into work) to please stop clipping their fingernails. It's the clipping noise that just really bothers me...and because I know there are fingernail bits landing somewhere. I can't stand the sound of someone filing their nails either. BUT - being the girlie girl that I am - I go every two weeks to my nail appointment and have my nails clipped and filed. That doesn't bother me. Go figure!

Quirky Confession #2 - I never all out sneeze. I'm afraid I'll blow snot everywhere and the thought of that mortifies me. I usually pinch my nose when I sneeze. I remember my mother telling me when I was little that I'd blow out my eardrums one day doing that. Not sure if that's possible but it hasn't happened to me....yet....*knocks on wood*

More tomorrow!!!!