Growing up, I put peanut butter on my pancakes. The taste and the smell of syrup made me sick to my stomach. It still does. Come to think of it, I didn’t like any breakfast foods when I was young. My poor mother had to deal with my finicky eating habits for years. Sometimes I would eat leftover chicken or pasta for breakfast. She wanted me to get something into my stomach, besides a sugary cereal, before I headed off to school. My sister called me weird.
Each year, during the first weekend in November, I ask Derek to go up into the attic and bring down all of our Christmas decorations. Since the autumn decorations have been up since September 1st, by early November, I’m ready for Christmas. My dad says I’m weird.
Whether I’m working a five hundred or one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, I never use the picture on the box as my guide. In fact, my box is always turned face down on the table. I use the shapes and the colors to work the puzzle. Derek and my good friend, who are both puzzlers say, “That’s weird.”
After years of hearing people say that I’m weird, I’ve concluded that might be true. But aren’t we all weird in one way or another or is that just wishful thinking on my part?
Do you have any weird (strange or unusual) behaviors that you would like to share?