Nuances & Nuisances

Dude, people are weird. Like, really, really weird. I’m proudly amongst the weirdos. We all are, I think.

I was thinking in the shower this morning, (where all the best thinking happens, except it only happens every so often, therefore not much thinking actually ever occurs), and I thought about how weird I am. My quirks, my idiosyncrasies, my weirdness.

I’ll give you an example. Although math and numbers are like a

foreign language to me, I count everything. Pumps of shampoo? Must be 8, (I have a lot of hair). Volume level on the tv or car radio? Increments of 2 or 5 only, get out of here 47. Blinds must be either fully open or fully closed, and you better check yourself before you leave the closet door halfway open when going to bed.

Need another example? I cook by sound. It sounds weird even saying it. But, when I cook, I listen for when it sounds like the right amount of broth, cilantro, cheese, salt, whatever else. I’m sorry to my husband who has high cholesterol due to my cook-by-sound methodology. How do you know how much cheese sounds right? You just know.

And just to reiterate my point that we are all weird, my husband wants to one day write a book called “My Left Armpit”, because when he showers, that’s where he starts. WEIRDO. I have no idea what would even be written in this book. And also, lots of showering references in this post.

Point is, my quirks sometimes drive me absolutely mad, but they are mine and they are a part of who I am. Now, I want to know, no, I NEED to know, what is your weird? Let’s honor and celebrate the wacko inside of us all. And trust me, this barely scrapes the surface of my weird. I mean, I can’t be the only one who coordinates breathing with the trees I pass by in the car, right?