I’ve seen this meme floating around and thought I’d give it a try:

1. I actually hate intentional misspellings like the one in the title. The insertion of a number for a letter, using a K instead of a C, or the like, and what I like to call “IMbonics”. I hate it so much that I will correct posters, advertisements, signs, etc.

2. I have an almost irrational fear of hiccups. Hiccups have also been known to set me into a rage if they won’t go away soon enough.

3. I have this thing about imaginary lines. I’m not quite sure how to explain this, but it has to do with how things line up. Let’s take my desk for example. I have a box to hold scrap paper, and in my mind, the four edges that touch the desk all have [imaginary] extended lines. Other things on my desk need to either line up with those lines, or not cross them. Round things, like my pen holder are exempt from this rule, but round things radiate an infinite amount of their own lines that cannot be avoided. Some things on an angle can cross the lines, because they act as a mirror and redirect the lines elsewhere. Make sense?

4. I don’t really count things, like steps or breaths, but I will occasionally, in my head, start counting by twos. I’ll usually do this while driving, waiting in line or waiting for a doctor’s appointment. I don’t really set out to do it, I’ll just notice that I am.

5. My food cannot touch. The steak cannot touch the potato, and the potato cannot touch the vegetables which cannot touch the steak. Anything served on a bed of rice will get sent back to the kitchen, and if everything is just piled onto a plate, I will ask for several clean plates and separate everything manually. This does not apply to things that are meant to touch, such as Stews, pasta dishes or salads. Oh, and garnishes are not allowed.

6. I can’t really explain the specifics, but my laundry must be folded a very particular way. Every time. No exceptions. Also, hanging clothes must face the same direction.

7. I can do anything with my left hand that I can do with my right hand, except write. Anyone who’s seen my handwriting would suggest that I can’t do that with my right hand, either. My mother even asked me once if I was sure I was right handed. (To be honest, my handwriting has improved somewhat since I was last in school.)

There you have it, I’m weird, and I’ve accepted that. I tag anyone who wants to participate.