I fall in love with bits and pieces of people. Mainly their laughs. I fall in love with people’s laughs big time. But I also just love to find out people’s quirks.
Like my friend Tiffany (if you’re reading this hey girl!!) I absolutely adore her laugh. It gives me so much joy.
Or the way my friend Emily makes funny Russian voices. I love that.
And the way my friend Rachel scrunches her nose and makes this smile, it’s my favorite.
Or the way my roommate Dani and I can speak Spanglish to each other (and our telepathy.)
I love quirks. Oddities. Things that make you, you.
I love the way my dad walks. He kinda has his feet turned out a little bit at all times and well, I don’t really know. I just love it cause it’s his walk.
My mom is always making funny faces and she laughs 24/7 so I know her laugh pretty well by now.
I thought it’d be fun to share some of my quirks. So that maybe from this post you can walk away with a new found appreciation for quirks (and be on the lookout for ’em!) Let yourself linger on those weird, little things about yourself and others. It’s fun! Or at least I think so. Here goes!
I am obsessed with Q-tips. Even if you aren’t supposed to clean your ears with them. I just haaaave to.
I like to eat standing up.
I always sit on the right side of a church.
I have to sit facing the door in a restaurant.
I can’t sleep if my closet doors are open.
I don’t like the phrase te amo. I prefer to use te quiero.
I’m not really a big hugger. They’re kinda awkward, no? Or maybe I’m the awkward one.
I eat tomato at least once a day.
I have an irregular heart rhythm (don’t worry though, I got it checked out; I’m all good)
I have this blanket that I got when I was little that I still sleep with. I call it my cobijita, “little blanket” in Spanish. My dad tried to hide it from me multiple times, but now that I live on my own, he has no say in the matter. Muahahaha.
Administering injections gives me a weird, satisfying pleasure.
I really really love Ensures.
I’m very drawn to wounds. I don’t know why. I love cleaning them.
Pictures of surgeries really gross me out, but I love watching them in person.
I have a pretty big birth mark on my right calf that, growing up, constantly got confused for mud. (It kinda still does; mostly by my grandma)
I color coordinate my closet.
I have a immense phobia of toads/frogs. Mainly toads though. Even typing that word makes me shudder. Blegh.
And last but not least, I’ve never actually had a dream in Spanish before (but I prefer to read in it.)