i'm quirky. deal with it.
i like writing, i really do. and more often than not, i entertain the notion that i'm not half-bad at it. however, like anyone else who has written anything in his or her life, i get writers' block, like now - four days into NaBloPoMo. half-on a whim, half-anticipation for my inevitable NaBloPoMo brain-fart, i shelled out the dollars for Maggie Mason's book: No One Care What You Had for Lunch - 100 Ideas for Your Blog. and it was pretty much the best idea ever.
also it pretty much has the best title, ever, because no one gives a fuck that you went to TGI Friday's and had the chicken finger BLT (if that even exists on the menu anymore) and it was pretty good, but not exceptional, and you used exactly three napkins and your fork fell on the ground and you had to get a new one. snore.
prompt number thirty in this book is entitled "be yourself" and encourages the writer to make a WORTHWHILE list of quirky things you love - as opposed to "i like cats, omelettes, and new-book smell." because no one give a shit about stuff like that, much like what you had for lunch. so i'm altering the prompt a little, and spending a few bullet points talking about some quirks/ocd-instances of mine.
what are YOUR weird little quirks? do you chew your hair? do you ONLY drink lite beer? do you refuse to get a credit card on principle? let's hear 'em.
also it pretty much has the best title, ever, because no one gives a fuck that you went to TGI Friday's and had the chicken finger BLT (if that even exists on the menu anymore) and it was pretty good, but not exceptional, and you used exactly three napkins and your fork fell on the ground and you had to get a new one. snore.
prompt number thirty in this book is entitled "be yourself" and encourages the writer to make a WORTHWHILE list of quirky things you love - as opposed to "i like cats, omelettes, and new-book smell." because no one give a shit about stuff like that, much like what you had for lunch. so i'm altering the prompt a little, and spending a few bullet points talking about some quirks/ocd-instances of mine.
- I straighten pictures. this is probably one of my biggest peeves in the world, and one of my most useless skills, rolled into one. if i see a picture that is not hung 100% parallel to the floor, i will try to fix it. at school, there was a hallway in our student union building that had a hallway full of portraits that i literally could NOT be in without straightening all of them - so i'd go out of my way to avoid it. on the plus side, i am REALLY REALLY good at eyeballing things like that. ask me to hang your pictures for you!
- I squeak when I yawn. i wish i was making this up. but if i yawn, especially if it's a big yawn, i will squeak, and it will sound like a puppy, and everyone in earshot will say "aw!" i don't know why it happens, maybe it's the forced exhaling of a yawn, but nine times out of ten, i will squeak when i yawn, and it will be adorable to others.
- I hit my friends. but not in the way you're all thinking. i certainly wouldn't call myself a violent person. there are only a few people in the world for me that i can be comfortably silent around, and tolerate the same silence in return. for everyone else, and even that select few sometimes, i don't know what to do with dead air, so i'll slow-motion slug someone in the arm. it won't hurt, but it'll let the other person know i'm there. it's not a substitute for conversation, but i use it almost as a form of affection. so if i punch you? i like you.
- I think and talk like a guy. this is especially true for situation in the opposite sex/dating/sex realm. sometimes it bites me in the ass. sometimes it's hilarious. my friend will used to refer to me as a fratboy with tits. i found it hard to take offense to that as it was mostly true. oh well.
what are YOUR weird little quirks? do you chew your hair? do you ONLY drink lite beer? do you refuse to get a credit card on principle? let's hear 'em.