I’m all about the quirk. What does that mean? Good question. It seems to be a sort of cultural shorthand for cute these days, a sort of sweet, nonthreatening way to be. Do you put together outfits that combine unexpected patterns? Like to sing songs with instruments the size of toys?
That’s not only what I mean when I say I’m all about quirky. To me, being quirky is about being yourself, full tilt. For example, I often like to sing my sentences. I wasn’t even that conscious of it until friends told me it was a habit. Why do I do this? I’m not sure. But it makes life better somehow, helps me deal.
Here are some quirky habits I love in others:
- My husband’s particularity. He will research the right way to do something, anything, everything. See also, “Quirky habits that annoy me.”
- My dear friend Anne, who often reminds me “People are a blend” at the end of a story. People are a blend, Anne!
- My mother’s habit of looking at her hands when she’s moved. I always know she’s about to cry when she checks her cuticles.
Here are some quirky habits that annoy me:
- My husband’s particularity. He will research the right way to do something, anything, everything. See above.
- My impulse to arrange and tidy and clean everything. You know, keep it just so.
- Okay, this one is about hummingbirds. Excuse the anthropomorphism. I know they’re lovely and maybe even sacrosanct, but those birds like to give me a scare while gardening. Do they have to buzz by so closely?
You guys, I really had to struggle to come up with the ones that annoy me. I’m thankful for this prompt for reminding me how good I’ve got it!
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