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Wednesday, August 13, 2008


I've come to love watching people; studying them; trying to figure out why they do what they do; what weird quirks lie in themselves. I could spend hours in a mall, park, or grocery store, just watching. I jotted down a couple of notes and talked with my roommate about what I had found. I soon come to realize that she has done the same thing, except she started with me. It was very interesting to see myself and what weird quirks I have through another persons eyes. For instance, she caught me flossing my teeth at least 4 times a day. Most people would find that a little weird but to me it's every day living.

I can say that I am not a "neat freak" but I guess you could say that I like to organize. My closet contains all my shirts hanged up from short sleeve, medium sleeve, to long sleeve. They are also organized by color. My shoes (the many that I have) are also organized by style and how often I wear them.

Music pretty much never leaves me. The first thing I do when I wake up is turn on some music. The first thing I do when I come home is turn on some music. I brush my teeth twice when I wake up. First I brush right when I wake up. Then I brush after eating breakfast for exactly 3 minutes.

I sleep flat on my back and don't move around; and I usually have to set my alarm to go off early because I know that I will push the "snooze" button at least twice.

When I paint my fingernails, (and that is rare) I usually start to pick it off the day after.

I hate to write with pencils, and usually only like to use a blue pen when writing.

After looking at the little quirks I was able to find along with my roommate, as weird as this sounds, I feel like I know myself a little better. Sometimes you kind of lose yourself and forget what you do that makes you, you! Well as for me, I have just become reacquainted with myself. I know who I am and am grateful for the little quirks that make me different from all the other Heathers in the world.

1 comment:

Croslands said...

Heather it's called OCD. Call Grandma and have her look it up in the Merck manual. Good luck with a cure.