On the train the other day, I heard some women talking about how they hate being called “quirky.” I never thought of quirky as a bad thing. Isn’t it our quirks that make us lovable and unique?
I’m sure I have quirks that I don’t see (feel free to tell me in the comments), but I thought I’d get the love-your-quirks flowing and tell you some of mine.
- I always close my closet doors. I read once that leaving doors open allows the good vibes from the feng shui you created in your home to escape. I want all the good ju-ju I can get … and I didn’t even feng shui my place.
- I border on OCD when it comes to checking for my keys. I obviously had them to lock my door when I left, but where are they? Oh, in my pocket. Whew!
- When I’m sleeping somewhere other than my own bed, I plot out where my morning coffee will come from ahead of time.
- I tend to approach closed doors as if they are the heaviest doors on the planet. I put all my strength into opening them, which is usually 100 percent unnecessary. (Except the doors at NYU. All my strength isn’t enough when it’s windy.)
- I struggle to sit still. Quyn and I saw “Lincoln” a couple weeks ago. About 10 minutes in, I was all shifty in my seat. I’m so bad at watching movies.
- I’m rather cheery in the mornings. I walk around the office saying hi to everyone. More than a couple people have groaned at me – especially if I ask them a question. “Can you try me after 9?”
- Often when telling a funny story, I laugh so hard I can’t get through it.
- I don’t usually drink when I’m eating because I once read that it’s bad for heartburn. Once again, I don’t even have heartburn problems.