Just shocked.
Recently, it has come to my attention that there are some serious Quirkyloon haters out there.
No need to dredge it all up, but I don't understand what people have against Quirkyloons. (I never realized there was more than one!)
Haters!
So I'm quirky. I own it. I'm proud of it.
Not everybody can be a smart, wise, well-read, witty, funny (Hey!), creative, politically savvy, well-written, hilarious blogger.
That's why as a Quirkyloon, I stand out.
Because I am quirky.
What's that?
Oh, you want me to tell you WHY, I am so quirky?
Well.
Fine.
Here ya go!
I give to you My Top Ten Quirks That Make Quirkyloon Quirky.
- Music. I love music. I get so hooked on songs. When I hear a song I like or I hear a song I haven't heard in awhile, I will burn a CD and play it over and over and over again. Yes, it's been more than awhile since I was a teen, but I still do it. Right now, my song of choice? Aerosmith's "Livin' On The Edge." (You can help yourself from fallin'!) Previous song? Rush's "Spirit of the Radio." Geddy Lee rocks!
- I talk to myself. All the time. Outloud. And yes, I do answer myself all the time. I don't care that I get strange looks. If I do say so myself, I'm quite an interesting self-conversationalist. You should hear me go on, and on, and on. I think it's quite charming.
- Crushed red pepper. It is my spice of choice and I sprinkle it liberally on ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I eat (well, except sweets). There is nothing more satisfying than spice-induced tears and runny nose. Plus, I suspect it is the secret ingredient of Diet Dr. Pepper. And I love it with every fiber of my quirky being.
- Crusty cheese. I absolutely loathe washing dried-up, crusty cheese from a dirty plate. When it gets wet from the dish soap water, it gets so gooey and nasty. *shudders* Unfortunately, my son's latest food fixation? Nachos. So. Much. Dried. Cheese. I love eating cheese, just hate washing it off of dirty plates.
- Locking my house. Nine times out of ten, I will be reversing out of the driveway only to panic because I cannot remember whether or not I locked the front doors. And nine times out of ten, I have to stop, put the car in drive, drive forward and send my son (Ha!) to go and check. One time, it was not locked and I always think of that when I'm leaving the driveway. Yeeesh.
- Barking. I like to bark at my dogs and see if they will answer me. It took many full moons, but one of our mutts (all female) has finally figured it out. She responds to me. I love it. Just call me a barking bitch. (Did I just cuss again on my blog? So UNlike me! What gives?) *arf, arf*
- Black olives. The most disgusting fruit ever. They look like mini-slugs. I'm always looking for that clear goo that slugs ooze out when they are moving on any dish containing olives.
- Movie theater seats. Okay. This is a hard one to admit and I'm not only going to sound quirky, but churlish too. I absolutely HATE it when a stranger has to sit next to me at a movie theater. This is particularly annoying when there are other seats available. It's called, Bubble Space, people. And please stay far enough away from mine.
- Socks. I love wearing them, all the time. Even during the hot summer months of which lasts approximately EIGHT months here in Arizona. I don't like the soles of my feet getting black and crusty. I will even wear socks with flip-flops. Yes, I'm a sock fashionista.
- Watches. I'm not sure how old I was when I first learned to tell time, but I've obviously lost the skill. My watch face must have all the numbers (no ambiguous dashes) in black and with a second hand. If it doesn't have the numbers in black (not pink or white or silver) when the watch reads a certain time, I am completely incapable of deciphering it. I just take a guess and figure it's a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. Is it TWO-forty or THREE-forty? Darn those ambiguous dashes!
Well there you have it.
Nothing there to inspire Quirkyloon hostility.
Stop the hatred.
Some of us are quirky, some of us are not.
Okay, okay, I am the ONLY quirky one.
But I like that.
Cuz, the cheese stands alone.
Or in this case, the Quirky stands alone.
*cue Beastie Boys music*
You gotta fight
For your right
To be Quiiirky!
B.S. No Quirkyloons were harmed during the production of this post. Well, there was that ONE Quirkyloon, but shh, don't tell this Quirkyloon. What she doesn't know, won't kill her... um, nevermind!
13 comments:
Haters? You don't need any stinking haters!
Looking over your list, I believe, qualifies me as quirky - except for the black olives, I luvs black olives. I bring my own can to Thanksgiving & Christmas dinners. Hmmm, now that I think about it, that's quirky!
Ah, the innermost secrets of our beloved Quirkyloon. But, ahem, you are not alone. Quirkyloons? They're out there! For example my wife talks to herself too. I always thought she was talking to me. Finally, after I tuned out and stopped listening she gave me hell for "never listening" to her. Go figure. I guess it' safer to listen, even if most of the time she's talking to herself. Hey, who better to argue with, eh?
So what's so quirky about that/those things? You seem like a perfectly well adjusted, normal quirky loon to me. Just different from "regular" people ... so they have to get all hatin' & carryin' on --- sigh, we have so far still to go in this country.
Marvin D Wilson
Well, I don't hate you and I don't see how anybody could. I think you're wonderful, and I share some of your same quirks, including LDOCD (Locked Door Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), the movie seat, crusty cheese and red pepper fetishes, the new song OCD and talking to myself. At least we're having intelligent conversations, right?
Ohh with that list I have to love Quirkyloons (as if I didn't already) You had me at Geddy Lee (great Canadian female singer of all times - ya I know better but I like to bug my husband whenever I hear him sing). And then I fell in love all over with your loathing of Olives - finally someone else that thinks they are the foulest food item on the planet.
Rock on Quirkloon!!!
I'm with you on the movie seats one. It's like, "Dude. Why?"
No one hates the Quirkmeister, though, count on it.
@MeMe And they do stink, don't they? hee hee I guess we will have to agree to disagree on the olive issue. But I still lurve ya! Ha!
@Noname I didn't think the world was ready for more than one Quirkyloon! And yes, you had better listen to your wife especially when she is talking to herself! You might pick up some great information! Just sayin'. *smile*
@TheOldSilly That's me...always irregular! Ha!
@Leeuna You could try singing in public. I do that too! hee hee
@MikeWJ Really? I knew there was a reason I liked you! I could sense a kindred OCD spirit! Ha!
@Joanne I love Rush and their music. And thank-you for your validation of the olive hatred. It's so nice to know I found (finally) another hater! hee hee
@Knucklehead I think I give off a pheromone that draws those annoying movie goers to the empty seat next to me. Oh no, you could have sat in any of the three rows before mine, but please, go ahead and sit here. I'm gonna start farting out loud while at a movie. Maybe that'll learn 'em! Ha!
Put pitted black olives on the tips of each finger then flick them off at a cat...or whatever creature/human you despise.
You are the only Quirky I know and I'd like to keep it that way. Hold your quirky up high and be proud!
Is someone talking badly about my Quirky? That is soooo wrong. Quirky is 1000 times better than normal. Whatever normal is. PUleazzee come bark at my dog. That would make my day! His too.
Here's the thing I don't understand about people in movie theaters. Why, when the theater is 90% empty, do they sit directly in front of me? Am I that charming?
Happens every single time.
Keep up the quirky good work. or worky.
I am proud to be quirky............otherwise I'd be cookie-cuter boring.
I am with ya on the movie seat thing......ick, get out of my space, and even if there are no more seats.
I howl to make my dog howl, that is close.
I wear crocs with any outfit, including law firm black.
Talk to myself, and answer, yeppers, I like my answers and retorts
the list goes on. Nice to be in your presence.
Peace
@Deb I do own my quirkiness. Why? Cuz nobody else will! Ha!
@Mamaface Movie theater goers! Gah! I'm glad I'm not alone. *smile*
@LisaE Yay for you! I love that you howl with your dog! You are welcome here ANYTIME! *smile*
Quirky here also and darned proud of it!
I could have written many of your quirks myself.
Well, except I lovelovelove olives.
I like to nibble the crispy edges of crackers.
I eat my food one thing at a time. No particular order. Usually what's closest to my fork starts it all.
Your blog rocks and you've been stumbled!
@Spellflinger Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you! You have made my day! I love you and want to have children with you. Oh wait, I'm already married and have a couple of kids and my eggs? They be toast. But we can still make it work can't we?
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