My daughters are seven now, and I’ve noticed that the universe of kiddos nearby sometimes uses the word “weird” in a negative way. You know that way, right? When the word is accompanied by a scrunched nose. A mocking tone. Frowny lips.
I like to tell my daughters that everyone is weird in their own special way. To embrace the weird. That un-weird is boring. After the four billionth time of repeating myself, I got to wondering: In what ways am I weird? Let me tell you, the list is long. But here are five randomly-selected ways I’m weird.
- The single most important factor in my decision whether or not to purchase a keyboard is the sound it makes when my fingers hit the keys.
- I’m proudly from a state with only two escalators. (Also, I’m afraid of escalators.)
- I smell every clean cup, mug or glass prior to use. Often, I will reject these receptacles until an appropriate-smelling one can be found.
- I laugh inappropriately when people get startled. I’ve been known to write a scene in which a character is startled just to make myself laugh.
- I never sleep with my limbs hanging off a bed because I think ghosts will touch me in my sleep. Because one did once. Or maybe it was a dream. Or…I guess it could have been one of my weird daughters.
How are you weird?