Quirks and Simple Pleasures

Everybody has their own little quirks that they don't really think about until somebody notices it and this happens...

"Why do you do that?"
"Hmm? Do what?"
"What you just did."
"Uhh, I didn't do anything."
"Yeah, you did."
"No."
"You so frickin' did!"
"Don't judge me!"

So while it may not go down quite like that for the everybody that has their own little quirks, if you take notice of all that you do during the day, you're bound to notice yourself doing something ever so slightly out of the ordinary. Seeing as how this is my blog, I've decided to share some of my own quirks.

When I listen to music while I'm driving, I have the volume set at increments of five. Y'know, 15, 20, 30, 35, etc. It goes up to 63, so none of that "that's too loud!" business if you please.

Whenever I do the dishes at home (work is another matter entirely), I gather up all of the silverware and place them one by one into the sections until I'm out. What's funny, and oddly mysterious, is 97% of the time, every section will end up having the same amount of silverware as the other. Even if some of the sections are one short, I'm able to find enough around the kitchen to fill them up. It's not until after I start the dishwasher that I find one more utensil that would have messed up the count.

I notice stuff like the silverware thing.

I've always got to be doing something with my hands. Whether it's snapping my fingers, popping my knuckles, or even the dreaded geekery many of you have seen me indulge in. It's a good thing smoking never worked for me. Am I right?

If I buy two pairs of pants, the first pair I wear is always the one I'll end up liking best and wear most often.

Whenever I have paper money, it has to be in order from lowest to highest, facing the same way, and in line. Y'know, a couple bills shoved in one corner and another in the other corner.

I think it's safe to say that this assortment of idiosyncrasies certainly help to round me out as me, but there are things I take joy in that do just as much to define me.

Liiike...

Being able to drive in the middle of the night with all the windows down, enjoying a pleasantly warm breeze wearing a shirt, shorts, and bare feet. Obviously, that's what Summer is for :)

Stumbling upon a new riff and trying to put lyrics to it.

And vice versa, writing new lyrics and trying to put music to it.

Suddenly waking up, worried that I've missed or was late for some kind of appointment, realizing it's 3AM and I don't have anything to wake up for. Obviously it's the going back to sleep with nothing to worry about that I like.

A cloudless night, and a big, bright full moon illuminating everything. Like I'm wearing super thick sunglasses in the middle of a bright, cloudless day. This is applicable all year, but most appreciated in the Summer. Because then I can go outside in a shirt, shorts and flip flops and enjoy it all the more.

Getting truly inspired with an idea for a story. When this happens I can't help myself from filling in all of the details and piecing together the multiple facets of the story. Overactive imaginations are NOT a bad thing.

Cold cereal milk.

School. Heh, if I had made this list a year ago...

Re-reading through Harry Potter. I'm lucky enough to still feel some of the anticipation of what's going to happen next in the story when I do.

Thinking about how time travel works.

Flying in dreams.

Having dreams where everything I wish would happen either has, or is happening. It's always a bit saddening to wake up, but it's nice that it 'happened' all the same.

Thinking about the odd little things I do and stuff that makes me happy, and compiling them into a list for my friends and family to read through and go, "Yeah, that's Kelly."