Idiosyncrasies

A fellow blogger, Notta Wallflower, has tagged me to list out some of my idiosyncrasies. I think it's great that the word idiosyncrasy seems to be made up of both the words idiot and crazy. Say it like you mean it.

My list:

• I can't stand to have food between my teeth and carry floss around with me nearly all the time.
  
• I have to have my keys in my hand when closing the door to my house or car. Even if I just put them in my backpack, I'll dig them out again, just to make sure.
  
• I hate touching doorknobs because people are pigs and germs are gross.
  
• I can see a movie and totally forget most of it within several weeks... to the point where I won't know I've already seen it until halfway through the second time around.
  
• In the shower, I often find myself singing You Light Up My Life by Debbie Boone. I have no idea why it's always that song. I don't even like that song.
  
• Nearly everything I own is stripy.
  
• Although I can read a map just fine, without one handy, I am extremely geographically impaired, to the extent that I have gotten lost (repeatedly) in Golden Gate Park for hours, until I can find something familiar to lead me in the direction of home.
  
• I routinely paint my toenails, but still scoff at people who paint their fingernails.
  
• In Madison, WI, there are huge berries that fall off of the trees in the fall. I named them smuckberries because they make a smuck noise when you step on them. When I encountered a smuckberry tree, I would take my time and step on each fallen berry to feel it go smuck. I haven't found them in California, but I still step on other smucky things, whenever I get the chance.
  
• I hate ceiling lights with a vengeance and would rather sit in the dark if there's no lamp in the room.
  
• I pick out all of the folded potato chips and eat those first. Mmm... crunchy!
  
• I have trouble sleeping without earplugs, even if my surroundings are entirely silent.
  
• I buy both journals and rings with vigor, but rarely use either.
  
• If I ever hear any woman in public say, "Oh my god!", I am compelled to finish the sentence (out loud, mind you) by saying "Becky! Look at her butt!" from Sir Mix-a-Lot's Baby Got Back song.
  

I tag Cianna, Aaron, Lisa, and Mamazilla to name some of their idiosyncrasies.