Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Do you know anyone with quirks? I was going to say strange quirks, but I think strange must be part of the quirk definition. We all have a few quirks. If you have no quirks, that in itself is a quirk. The thing about quirks is most are harmless, they can be an inconvenience, but they are harmless. Quirks are often a good source of entertainment. Entertaining to others, not the quirkee.
I have a few quirks, but it is my blog so I don’t have to divulge them. I’ll give you just one. I hate the phone. I hate talking on the phone. Long phone conversations make me want to put a bullet through my head. I hate calling others on the phone. I talk on the phone, I make calls, but I hate doing it…that makes it a quirk. If I could not use a phone at all that would be a phobia.
I know someone, I will not identify, who has lots of quirks.
This person cannot throw things away. Her inability to toss things is a quirk that borders on phobia.
She does not like to walk on a sidewalk. If she has a choice, she will walk in the street rather than the sidewalk. She will not wear a hat…ever. She will use a hood from a jacket, but will not wear a hat. Not so strange?
Wait, it gets better.
She does not like to use the windshield wipers on the car…does not want to wear them out I guess. She will not throw out even the smallest swallow of water, but anything a day past the “best used by” date gets tossed.
I’m just warming up here.
The porch light (I’m told) cannot go out until after 11:00pm at the earliest, which means when she comes home from work at 10:15 the light stays on and her husband (I’m told) has to go downstairs at 11:00 to turn it out.
She has about 12 pillows for reading in bed. When she turns in, it takes about ten minutes arranging the pillows around the bed in just the right places (so I’m told).
This quirky lady will not wear glasses. OK, she does not need them yet, but she will not wear sunglasses. I did not realize this quirk until I saw her at a three D movie holding the glasses by her eyes but above the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t like things on my nose.”
“What are you going to do when you need glasses to see?”
“I don’t intend to ever let that happen.”
I am very fond of this lady, quirks and all. She does have one quirk that works for me.
She likes older cranky men, even if their behavior sometime rhymes with quirk.