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Quirky Me?
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Don't deny it. We all have oddball things that we say and do that seem to make us the unique people that we are. For example, I hate saying "feet" and tend to opt for it's plural plural form: FEETS.
I also have an obsession.
I don't know where it came from, and I don't know why I live it every day, but I have a problem. I have ear issues.
I suspect it stems from the good ol' days of me being a wee lass, in the ER every couple of weeks with another ear infection. Apparently I was so bad that the nurses recognized my mom and I on the way in.
Today, I feel urges to clean my ears at least twice a day, although I try not to. They always feel itchy, or dirty, and I grab me the nearest q-tip and "clean" away.
I have been told a million times, "don't overclean - your ears need wax!" but to no avail. I am still the freakish cleaning machine I was 5 years ago. I know that I'm probably scratching them up a bit, and I know that I'm more prone to infections when I'm scraping away, but I hate ear wax. I don't know why.
I have been to the emergency room twice with the ends of q-tips stuck somewhere up my earshaft. Both times, I was instructed "don't use q-tips anymore". Q-tips 2, Jinx 0.
I have another odd habit. When I'm very stressed, I tend to try to find clogged pores on my arms, and squish. Maybe one out of five "clogged" pores are actually clogged. It must be some kind of theraputic stress relief.
I constantly start "artsy" projects, and give them my all for about two weeks, before getting bored and deciding I want to do something else. I have dabbled in painting, stained glass, drawing, writing, making jewlery, playing instruments... Because of this, I can do a lot of nifty things that some others can't. Sewing is definitely on this list. But, alas, I must admit that I will always be "jack of all trades, master of none"
I sing. A lot. And hum. Especially when I'm in a good mood. Doesn't mean I'm singing or humming anything in particular. Sometimes I'll be humming away, apparently louder than anticipated, and I'm asked "what are you humming?"
"Uh, nothin'" and I stop. The singing is fine and dandy, if you like the music. Sadly, most of the time it's hard to appreciate my renditions of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat... You see the problem.
I bite my cuticles. Habit or "quirk?" I prefer "quirk" darn it! I'm sure there are a million more, but I can't think of any right now.
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