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You say idiosyncrasies, I say common sense

Chris tagged me to identify five idiosyncratic tendencies that I posses.

Me: I don’t think I have idiosyncrasies. Everything I do makes perfect sense.

Mr. Moon: The fact that you think everything you do makes perfect sense is number one on your list of idiosyncrasies.

Of course, when you put it that way, I have far more than five. So I just went with the first five that came to mind.



1. The Food Thing
– I don’t like my food to touch. Each individual foodstuff should exist in it’s own protected sanctuary, unsullied by the flavors of other entrees. Casseroles? Don’t like ’em. That’s just a big dish of food touching. Some food can touch. For instance, turkey can touch stuffing, but not mashed potatoes. Some foods I know need to touch, and I’ve come to terms with that, and accepted it… like salsd. My mom has old fashioned school trays at her house. With little compartments for the different dishes, she always puts that at my place setting. So when I have brunch, and we have Norwegian pancakes, my syrup will not touch my eggs or my bacon! It’s genius.

2. The Vegetable Thing – I don’t like vegetables. The only ones I like are lettuce, spinach [raw], broccoli [raw] and carrots [raw]. I like no cooked vegetables. No, I don’t like corn on the cob. Yes, I mean it, I really don’t like corn on the cob. Even with butter and salt. My mom told me I would like vegetables when I grew up. Either she’s wrong, or I haven’t really grown up. You be the judge.

3. The Parking Thing – I’m a very competitive parker. I’m also a fairly consistent parker. I have a certain area in which I park my car, every day, at work. And it doesn’t vary, until I switch to a new area. I also have a favorite parking spot. And even though there is zero chance of me not being able to park my car when I return, I am loath to leave the garage at lunch, because that means I might lose my parking spot. Keep in mind, I don’t have to walk blocks and blocks from the parking garage, or take a shuttle. Even if I parked in the most remote spot of the garage, it would take less than a minute to get to the door. it’s just that that is MY spot. And if I am lucky enough to nab it in the morning, I’m not giving it up!

4. The Feet Thing – I’m not overly fond of feet. Baby feet are cute. Kitty feet are cute. But people feet, especially grown ups, blech. I don’t want to see feet and I certainly do not want them touching me. I used to be even worse. I’ve gotten better. But you know that movie, My Left Foot? Couldn’t watch it. First thing you saw was a close up of a foot. Ick. When I was a little kid, my family would put their feet on me, just to aggravate me. And my mom would ask me what happened when I got married, what would I do then? And I told her I’d know it was true love when I could tolerate his feet. Tolerate, not appreciate or adore.

5. The Spelling Thing – I’m not unintelligent, but I have real issues with spelling. I simply cannot be bothered. Back in the beginning of the überbrain, when we’d have marathon chat sessions, Arifa coined the phrase “Jodespeak,” which occurs when one simply cannot be bothered to even attempt to spell a word, but rather just enough for the reader to figure it out due to context, using random letters to fill in the rest. Idiosyncrasskithieties, for example. As a side note, my language is fairly fluid, and I will combine words as i see fit and not even recognize what is wrong.

Honorable mentions go to The Memory Thing, The Sleep Thing, and The Total and Complete Lack of Physical Coordination Thing, which did not make it on the list. Maybe some other day. I’d love to see what you guys all come up with for your own lists.

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12 thoughts on “You say idiosyncrasies, I say common sense

  1. Hoory for food not touching! Devided lunch trays for all! However, I am concerned about your veggie intake. Are you taking a multi-vitamin at least? 😉
    If I ever visit you I’ll have to keep my shoes on becuase I have a weird habit of rubbing things with my feet. It’s not something I think about, I just know I do it.

  2. I can’t narrow mine down to 5, but one is definitely “Parking Paralysis”. If the parking lot is really crowded I’m fine, I get the first spot I see and I feel blessed. However, if there are lots of spots, I freeze up, I will start to park in one, then see a better one and back up and head for it, then maybe I’ll change my mind because there is a wider space, but it might be 10′ further from the door, then how do you really make that tradeoff, at this point the people in the car start to laugh at me, making it even harder to choose, and I start second guessing my original decision. I don’t deal well with too much choice.

  3. Josh says:

    I don’t really wnat to do anything for a living, but I think I’d tolerate cooking a bit more than other stuff.

  4. Jodi says:

    yeah, but fee, i may be meta weird, but you are the one who hangs out with the meta weird.
    christine, that’s very sweet of you to worry, because that gives my mom some time off. but i do take a vitamin.
    Cam, I totally hear what you are saying. Especially with the WIDER spaces. I really like to have space.

  5. Proof point, and I quote 🙂
    “but it’s only in seattle and mimiapleoslskjisl which i can’t be bothered to spell”
    (yeah, I save IM conversations just for times like these)

  6. Jodi says:

    jack, that is exactly what i am talking about. and i am clearly talking about… er… Miami? or Minneapolis? one of the two.
    if you ask me, river, its the one hanging out. it”s not like the meta weird have a choice in the matter. but the hang outer does.

  7. vincent says:

    I respectfully quibble. I believe that you are weird (I refuse to say “merely” weird). The hanger-outers (hangers-out?) are meta-weird, although they may very well also be weird. All deserve respect and admiration for their weirdness, meta- or otherwise.

  8. Jodi says:

    so, vincent, all in all, i am definitely weird, but Arifa is meta-weird for being my friend, and quite possibly just plain old weird?
    that makes her seem like twice as weird as me! bitchen!

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