My Seven Quirks:
- I am the master of all things original Star Wars trilogy. I'm not kidding when I say I can recite the entire trilogy from memory. I know the name of every actor. I know the filming location for every scene in the movie. I desperately wish I had a lightsaber. I can tell you the manufacturing companies for an X-Wing, name you more than one Ewok (though I actually despise the things), and explain why exactly Mos Eisley is the most wretched hive of scum and villany around. I can also explain why I didn't have any friends in middle school.
- Spelling. Few things bother me more than spotting blatant spelling errors in various documents. I can understand typing fast and - oops, you wrote "form" instead of "from." But when spellcheck gives you the convenient little red squiggle, please fix that word. Also, I'm such a spelling and grammar hawk that I can't even stand to abbreviate for text messages. If I send you a text message, you better believe that sucker will be grammatically perfect. If I have to sacrifice vital content just to write out words, so be it.
- Just wait your turn! It annoys the crap out of me when people interrupt me. Heck, it even annoys the crap out of me when I interrupt other people. If you interrupt, I'll let it slide the first time or two. You will then get a glare 'o death for the next occurence. If it happens again, snarky comments might fly. You've been warned. And please keep me accountable when I interrupt you, because interrupting is just a rude thing to do. On a side note, this is very similar to the "Me-Monster" phenomenon, where someone tells a story and the next person has to jump right in (interrupting if necessary) to tell a bigger and better story.
- I love driving by myself. If given the choice of carpooling or spending my own gas money to get there, I'll take the solo option every time. I know exactly why this is: I'm an awful backseat driver, and I love to turn the tunes up and sing. Loudly and way offkey. I try not to subject people to my double-checking of merges or requests to slow down, and I definitely avoid the risk of permanent ear damage associated with my singing.
- I really don't like people touching my head. I think this stems from having curly hair. Most people enjoy having their hair played with, and will sit close to you with the hope that you'll start braiding it or something. Me? Not so much. If someone ran their fingers through my hair, I would end up looking like Jon Bon Jovi circa Livin' on a Prayer. Since I've tried to avoid looking like a bad 80's band, over time that dislike of hair touching has expanded to include my entire head.
- I fall asleep on the nearest flat surface after every holiday dinner. My family can attest to this. Thanksgiving: 3:00, sit down for dinner. 4:30, finish dinner. 4:40, lay down on the floor in front of the TV and close my eyes "just for a few minutes." I'm out for at least an hour. It never fails.
- I can't stand chick flicks. As a female, I feel like I'm betraying my species by saying this. But I just can't help it! I'd much rather watch a movie where things blow up, people get punched, buildings fall down, and cars drive really fast. If someone in the movie has a superpower, that movie just catapulted itself to my shortlist of favorites. Except for Spiderman. He's kind of a crybaby, and not worthy of my man-movie love.