Idiosyncrasies

You have them. I have them.

Idiosyncrasies fascinate me. They’re fun and I love when I discover the reason behind someone else’s.

Remember? There was that fear of biscuit cans that I’ve since overcome! I always wondered why for thirty-some-odd years, I was so scared of exploding dough. Then my mother, very matter-of-factly, told me that I had a can explode on me as a child. DING, DING, DING! Everything fell into place and made sense at that moment. I face this fear head-on when the opportunity presents itself.

In fact, I have quite a few idiosyncrasies. Allow me to share. I’ll limit my examples to five. 

My husband, I’m sure, could think of many more.

BANANAS: I don’t like them. I can force myself to eat a few bites, but despite my best efforts, that’s all I can eat. However, I LOVE bananas and peanut butter. LOVE! I eat that almost every morning. Add a swirl of honey and … delish! I also like banana bread, banana muffins, bananas in smoothies, or banana cake. LOVE! But, plain ol’ bananas … gross.

SANDWICHES: People may thing the way I eat my sandwiches are weird. I eat the outside, crust first, working my way to the center. I get that little habit from my mother who always said the center was the best part! Save it for last!

THE FOOT RUB: I have a habit, which Beau isn’t particularly fond of. I rub one of my feet, preferably the left one, back and forth, back and forth, in order to fall asleep. It’s not a conscious thing. I just do it. I’m pretty sure it’s a comforting thing from all those years of being rocked to sleep.

VICK’S: If you’ve been here long enough, you know about my love for Vick’s VapoRub. It’s my drug of choice. I have used it on my lips every night for the past 25 years or so despite the warning to discontinue use after seven days. I must have it to fall asleep at night. Another thing Beau doesn’t care for. The smell is like pure heaven to me. He can’t stand it.

THE COCOON: I also like to cocoon myself on one side of my body, using the covers on the bed, specifically the leg on the outside of the bed. That combined with the foot rub and VapoRub makes me an interesting bedfellow. Probably from all those years of being an only child and never having to sleep with anyone ever … ah … the good ‘ol days. I kid. I actually can’t sleep well at all without Beau and I’m not even mentioning the noise machine I have to have. Geez. Talk about a high-maintenance sleeper!

I can’t be the only one with such idiosyncrasies or odd habits.

You know you have them. Think about it. It’ll make you giggle.