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.
8 comments:
#2: Oh my goodness yes! My text messages are the longest on Earth.
And Bon Jovi hair circa "Living on a Prayer"? So hot.
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Haha...fascinating. I agree completely with numbers two, three, four and seven, although I'm a male and therefore probably excused from seven.
As far as people touching my head, it's not bad in the right circumstances, but most people and most times are not going to lead to those circumstances.
I knew about everyone of these quirks except for number 6. So, if I had to take a quiz on your life, I'd stand to get at least a 90.
Oh, I especially know about the interupting one. And the backseat driver one...and that time I touched your head... Oh yeah-I spelled that word wrong on purpose. In ya FACE!
In reference to #5... screw Bon Jovi. Remember that time you and Zeiler dressed up as KISS for Halloween?
Regarding #2, 4, and 7... that is why we get along so well.
And as for #1... I can embrace it. But only because you embrace me being the master of all things related to The Office and "That's what she said" (still).
i am a changed woman! just give me time...
I, too love Star Wars. So much so that my job used to be working on the novels. I loved that job so much that I continued it through nursing school, because I knew no one else would love it like I did. Sick.
I have a TON of fun SW gear because of it!
I also love driving by myself. When I used to have a long driving commute (almost an hour and a half one way!), some of my coworkers tried to get a carpool together. I did everything I could to get out of it. I'd rather pull my own fingernails out than carpool.s
I find that people who suffer from #3 are usually self-absorbed and anal. They want to harangue, not communicate. I love rapid fire conversation, the give and take, the changing and developing ideas.
I suppose I can be somewhat OCD about people not interrupting. In general though, I'm talking about the type of interrupting where someone is sharing a point of interest, and someone else can't wait for said person to stop talking before they have to chip in with their two cents. It shows a lack of respect for what the person is communicating, and a need to have the focus redirected onto the interrupter.
That said, I do welcome the rapid fire, give and take (and the necessary interrupting) when the time is right for it. Just not when the conversation calls for one person at a time.
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