Michelle tagged me to write about my top five idiosyncrasies, oh, about a week ago. Sorry for taking so long Michelle but here they are:
Idiosyncrasy: structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an
individual or group
Peculiar? That’s me.
1) For some reason, I have never been able to drink the last inch of so of milk from my glass. With any other beverage, I nearly topple backwards in my chair to drain every drop but, milk? Nope. Can’t do it. I am pre-wired to never finish the last swallow or so. Don’t worry, I don’t understand it either.
2) Whispering hurts my ears. Most people adore have sweet nothings whispered to them but I’d rather have shish-ka-bob skewers poked into my ear canals than have anyone put their face close to mine and whisper. Stop. STOP!
3) Socks. Hate them. H-A-T-E them.
4) I can overlook nearly any housekeeping issue but show me an overflowing kitchen garbage can and I turn into Medusa. My boys (being boys and all) will stuff papers and trash into our kitchen trash can with complete disregard to whether there is actually room for what they’re trying to cram in there. I usually don’t discover that the can is full until I have a dripping meat wrapper in my hand and pork juice running down my arm. By then, I could spit nails (but there’d be no room in the trash can for them either).
5) I am habitually prompt. In fact, I do not know how to be late for things. Tardiness should be punishable by stoning as far as I’m concerned. Now, don’t get me wrong: unforeseen or unavoidable delays don’t bother me a bit. Need to swing through the pharmacy to get tincture for that sudden zit you developed on your way to my house? Fine. Ed McMahon called as you were walking out the door and you needed to make arrangements to get your million dollar check? No problem. Leave me waiting somewhere because you got engrossed watching Dr. Phil and chances are I may never speak to you again.
A weird list of idiosyncrasies, yes? I prefer to think of myself as eccentric. That has a much nicer ring to it.
Oh, these are great! I can sooo relate to the full garbage can and lateness things.
I can even see where you’re coming from with the milk thing and the adversion to socks.
But whispering? LOL… that’s just too funny. Sometimes when I need to get my children’s attention and they are carrying on, I start to whisper. They have to quiet down in order to hear me. Be full warned however, that this does not work when they are experiencing a full blown fit. They’d rather pierce my ear drums than listen to anything I have to say in those moments.
Thanks for “playing”!