We all do little
things that make us stand out from the crowd. That makes us individuals. That,
at times, even make us seem like we are completely off our rockers. Some people
find these actions annoying. Some find them endearing. But, regardless of what
people think, these are the little things that make us who we are. Here are a few little things that make me
Stacey. Don’t judge.
It appears I have a couple of OCD-like tendencies (I’m sure
some of you would argue I have more than a couple…to you I say never mind). First,
I am a “checker”. When I leave the house, after I lock the door, I MUST check
it 3 times. If I don’t do this ritual, I will leave and then inevitably have to
turn around to come home and check that the door is in fact locked (it always
is). I’m also a “counter”. For instance, when I wash my face in the morning, I
splash it with water 6 times, at night when taking off my make-up, 10 times.
Yeah, I don’t know either.
Another weirdo quirk I have has to do with my car stereo. My
volume is numerical. I know, you are probably saying, “yeah, so what?” Well, when I am playing my stereo, the volume
has to be set at either an even number or a number divisible by 5. Please, don’t
ask me why because I don’t know. I suppose this could be attributed to OCD too.
Oh boy…I don’t think I like the pattern that is developing here.
This one I have had for many years. If I am walking with
someone, doesn’t matter who or where it is, they MUST be on my right side. This
started sometime in grade 10, I think. It really makes no sense, especially
because I don’t hear as well out of my right ear as I do my left. So, if you
are ever walking with me, either assume the position, or watch me stealthily
move to the other side.
Do you eat the first piece of cheese when slicing into a new
brick? I don’t. I always throw the first piece in the garbage (which is odd
because I hate wasting food). I don’t know if it is because of the lines on it
from the packaging or if I somehow think it tastes different. Ummm…yeah.
Here’s one more. After all, if I write about all of them, I might get a visit from a couple of nice men with a white, buckled jacket for me. Anyway, when I am reading, I cannot insert the
bookmark mid-chapter. I must, no matter how pages are left, finish a chapter
before placing the bookmark and putting the book down. This is somewhat normal,
isn’t it? C'mon. Humour me!
So, those are a few of my little quirks. A few peculiarities
that make me Stacey. A few oddities that are either terribly irritating or
frustratingly adorable. What makes you strange?
You Know You Love Me,
Stacey xo
