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Not feeling the meme today. BF has a certification test for his job, which, while not by any means a Pass Or You're Fired sort of thing, is important. I haven't yet heard from him about how it was, and I think I should have by now.
Day Seven: Four silly quirks (I’m not sure these are silly, per se, but whatever):
1. I cannot stand the sound of a wet rag being wiped across a plastic, ridged tablecloth, the kind with flannel on the back. This noise actually makes my teeth feel oogy, my stomach clench up, and gives me the shuddering willies. That’s not the only situation in which this sound can occur, but it’s the most descriptively accurate situation.
2. I have a problem with socks. I’ll buy any socks that catch my eye, even though I don’t need any more socks. At one point, I had about 100 pairs. I’ve been *much* better about this in the last year. I’ve bought exactly ONE pair, and they are over-the-knee socks, which can be argued to be “needed,” as I had not had any previously, and they are handy. I’ve had many, many more pairs than that in hand, ready to be purchased, but I managed to put them back. It was difficult, and painful. Strangely, I hate knitting socks. Go figure.
3. When I’m walking alone, I often count my steps in my head, but only up to 12. I then start over again at one, and it repeats, ad nauseum. It’s the only sort of OCD-like behavior I have, and I have a hard time stopping it once it’s begun.
4. I… can’t think of a fourth. Sorry. Fail.
Day Seven: Four silly quirks (I’m not sure these are silly, per se, but whatever):
1. I cannot stand the sound of a wet rag being wiped across a plastic, ridged tablecloth, the kind with flannel on the back. This noise actually makes my teeth feel oogy, my stomach clench up, and gives me the shuddering willies. That’s not the only situation in which this sound can occur, but it’s the most descriptively accurate situation.
2. I have a problem with socks. I’ll buy any socks that catch my eye, even though I don’t need any more socks. At one point, I had about 100 pairs. I’ve been *much* better about this in the last year. I’ve bought exactly ONE pair, and they are over-the-knee socks, which can be argued to be “needed,” as I had not had any previously, and they are handy. I’ve had many, many more pairs than that in hand, ready to be purchased, but I managed to put them back. It was difficult, and painful. Strangely, I hate knitting socks. Go figure.
3. When I’m walking alone, I often count my steps in my head, but only up to 12. I then start over again at one, and it repeats, ad nauseum. It’s the only sort of OCD-like behavior I have, and I have a hard time stopping it once it’s begun.
4. I… can’t think of a fourth. Sorry. Fail.