Quirks. Most folks have at least one. I figured I should share just a few of mine.
I mentioned in a previous post that I suspect that I have a touch of synesthesia, which is a neurological condition where unrelated sensory and cognitive pathways sometimes involuntarily converge. For example, when I think of the month of March, I automatically think of the color blue and the male gender. It’s deeper than thinking, though. I sense blue/male. Seven is burgundy/male. Thirteen is yellow/female… It seems to happen most with numbers, days and months, and always with color and gender association. And it’s pretty consistent. Tuesday is blue/female. Nine is red/female, but masculine. (She’s a girls’ softball coach.) Weird, right? And until a couple of years ago, I figured it was typical. (Image source: http://yourbrowsermyrules.blogspot.com/2010/11/synesthesia.html.)
Speaking of numbers, I count stairs. I always have. And I always start with my left foot, because left is odd. Obviously. I know how many stairs are in my current house (going upstairs and down to the basement), my last house, my grandparents’ house and probably a few others. It’s become almost involuntary after so many years. Did you know most homes have 12-13 stairs between flights? I didn’t look that up. That’s just been my experience.
Lastly (for now), I’ll tell you my weird little secret. I used to love–love–the smell of Pink Pearls. The pencil erasers by Paper Mate? They’re shaped like parallelograms, they’re squishy and they smell heavenly. They used to smell heavenly! I remember sitting in calculus class, sniffing my little Pink Pearl, caressing its velvety surface… Last night I went to Office Depot because they had 3-packs on sale for $0.50! (Limit 3 per family.) So I bought one, two, three packs of Pink Pearls. (I also like threes, so three 3-packs seemed like a no-brainer.) I figured, “this will last me a really long time. I can sniff my Pink Pearl and it will remind me of my school days and I will be happy.” I got them home, gleefully showed them to Karin, ripped open the first pack and gave it a whiff.
*Sniff, sniff* Hey… This… isn’t… right. They changed the formula! Gah! It smells more rubbery or something. (I’m pretty sure they’re smaller, too.) M*ther f*cker! (That’s for Cat.) Thanks for depriving me of my moment, Paper Mate!
I will agree with a Facebook friend, though, who said, “your life must be pretty good if this is what you’re sad about!” Indeed.
Do you have any weird or embarrassing quirks?