Show me someone who is completely normal and I will show you someone who is boring.
We all have our quirky and strange habits. They are what make each of us unique. Kids have some of the best quirks around if you ask me. L is at the age right now where everything has to be matching. She wants to wear pink from head to toe, with no regard as to whether or not the pinks actually coordinate. If you look at the picture of our felt Easter eggs, you’ll see that she was putting the light pink dots in the light pink egg…because they match of course.
T was the same way at that age and has since learned to appreciate the beauty of colors and items that coordinate without exactly matching. Well, she does for the most part.
To the husband and me, T’s biggest quirk is her lack of interest in princess movies, despite boasting nearly the entire Disney collection. For a while, she enjoyed watching Sleeping Beauty but we later found out it was because of the scene when Maleficent is a dragon.
Someday we’ll find out what strange habits E will possess, and I’m looking forward to it. Will he be all about trains? Garbage trucks? Monsters? Will he like princesses more than his sisters?
As for me, perhaps it’s my lack of organization, even though disorganization makes me anxious. With three kids and a house too small for all our stuff, I spend a lot of time being anxious. It’s not that I mean to be disorganized. I just haven’t yet found a system that works for the whole family. Some things work…well they do for certain family members. But what about the others? It’s enough to drive a person mad.
Then again, the husband might say that one of my quirks is the how many browser tabs and application Windows I have open at once. (It’s not uncommon for me to have 10 or 20 tabs open at a time…and you’d better not close or rearrange them!) My mind bounces around from one task to another, and there is a certain order to the chaos. It’s my workflow and it works for me.
Or he might mention my former ability to look at a grocery cart and provide a fairly accurate estimate of the price for everything in the cart within seconds. However, that particular quirky skill went out the window with increasing grocery prices and the introduction of kids to our family.
So many characteristics could be considered quirks or strange habits. All I know is that I wouldn’t be me without them. As long as I never take myself too seriously, and am willing to laugh at these oddities, then life will be just fine.
This post was written in response to the March prompt for the Who I Am Project hosted by Dana at Kiss My List. This month’s prompt was to write about our quirks and strange habits.
What is one of your quirks or strange habits?
Do you have any quirks you would want to change?