Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Five quirks

Since Carrie included me in her challenge to continue on with the quirk writing, I will now immediately proceed forward to describe and depict five (5) of my own personal idiosyncratic quirks. I have a lot more than five; these are just the first ones that came to mind (not including the one that I'm teasing Carrie about).

  1. I'm never, never sick at sea. Not just hardly ever; never. I don't get seasick. I don't just mean on ordinary boat rides when only a few people get sick, but on really bumpy ones where almost everyone does. I've been on a couple of trips like that -- one in particular where I think only about two or three out of the 75 passengers didn't vomit -- and I never felt a twinge of nausea, although the sight, sound, and smell of so much energetic regurgitation was rather unpleasant.
  2. I can't stand a dirty windshield. The first thing I do after I start my car is turn on the washer and wipers and clean the windshield. And not just when I'm driving. It doesn't bother me if I'm in the backseat, but if I'm riding shotgun and the windshield is dirty, I squirm through the entire ride. Sometimes I even ask the driver to clean it.
  3. I don't have a "most embarrassing moment." I'm not really sure why, but I'm at a complete loss whenever that subject comes up. I'm not sure I ever feel embarrassed. Except in the abstract, I'm not entirely sure what embarrassment is, actually.
  4. I hate not being the tallest person in a room. The author Michael Crichton (he's like 6'10", 208 cm or so) wrote that once he was at a party when Wilt Chamberlain came into the room, and he got so upset at not being the tallest person there that he had to leave. I'm nowhere near that bad, but I can certainly understand his feeling.
  5. I don't like to be touched. It makes me uncomfortable. Not psychologically, but physically. My sense of touch is hypersensitive or something. I don't like the feeling of anything touching my skin. Light touches especially bother me. I can't stand sitting in front of a fan, air conditioner, or heater if it's blowing on me. I have to get up and move. Windy days make me uncomfortable. I never wear tight clothes. Even when I wear loose clothes, the sensation of them touching my skin will bother me several times an hour and I'll have to rub the feeling away. My need for and enjoyment of affection and sex are strong enough for me to be normally expressive in those areas, but it often takes a conscious effort on my part not to pull away when someone I want to touch me does so.

So there you go. I'm not going to call anybody out, because that would be too much like a chain letter or a virus, but I'd like to hear about anyone else's quirks too.

6 comments:

  1. Oh you poor baby. I can't even comprehend anyone not wanting to be touched.

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  2. It's not that I don't want to be touched -- I do, by certain people anyway. It's just that it doesn't always feel very good physically.

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  3. My husband has the touch thing, but not as bad. Especially the light touches drive him absolutely nuts.

    And it's cool to spread fun virus' because it's not like you are adding some supersticious junk to it. It's just that people can do it if they want. I kinda liked being asked by name. Made me not feel like I was just exposing my weird for no good reason.

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  4. When my family had a party recently for the siblings and spouses embarassing moments came up. I, like you, have a hard time coming up with any. We decided that it is probably because I should be embarassed about things that I simply am not embarassed about.

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  5. I don't get seasick either. And I don't throw up, ever. I wish I could sometimes, when every other family member has the stomach flu and I have to clean up all the barf, but I never do. Oh, to get out of sick duty!! Anyway, I can totally relate to #1.

    As for the dirty windshield thing, all I can say is, don't come to my house!

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  6. AARGH. I totally just got your entire first paragraph.

    Man. You kill me.

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