Yes, it’s that time of the year again & I’m back with another ‘I’m Weird Because’ post. 2014 was the first time I did it and ever since then I always find myself coming back to it. It’s a good way to measure how much I have changed especially on the weirdness index. Also, it’s a good option to fall back on when the topics get too serious. It has been quite some time since I’ve had any light-hearted post on the blog and this fits perfectly. Moreover, writing this one is always fun. So, without further ado let me tell you about my quirks even if you don’t want to know!
I’m weird because…
I’m a creature of strange habits. Let me explain. If I have aloo paranthas for breakfast on Monday then it’s most likely that I’ll have the same on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and even Friday. Basically, every single day till I find a suitable replacement for it. And it doesn’t always happen quickly, I must add.
I don’t like going out of the house during weekends and holidays. And if someone somehow manages to drag me out, I feel uncomfortable till I’m back home. Yes, I’m a homebody.
I always pack more clothes for my daughter for her day in the creche. Always. Even though I know it’s way more than she’ll need and I’ll eventually have to carry everything back home unused.
I can’t accept the fact that my sister is a grown up. I still force her to send me her location when she goes out with friends or goes to Gym. I’m the nosey mother in the guise of a sister.
I don’t like being involved in a conversation while having dinner. All I want at that time of the day is my food accompanied by a rerun of FRIENDS. I hate having to do anything else at dinner time. So, if you talk to me while I’m eating then it’s more likely that I’m not listening at all.
I never like shopping during sales while logic suggests I should.
Shopping for clothes is my least favourite activity. Books, on the other hand, are a different matter altogether.
I can’t sleep without a blanket. Even in the middle of summers, I need a blanket with the fan running at top speed.
I’m very bad at giving compliments. It just doesn’t come to me naturally. So, even though I’ll think that the dress you are wearing looks very good on you, I’ll somehow forget to mention the same to you.
I can read at any time while doing anything. I have finished reading a lot of books while feeding my daughter when she was a baby. I still do that now while putting her to sleep. So, while I’m humming twinkle twinkle little star for her, in my mind I’m picturing Auschwitz because that’s what the book I’m reading is probably about.
I’m obsessed with reading about world war 2, fiction and facts around it. I feel a peculiar pull towards that time, the tragedies and the stories of courage in the face of death. It’s inspiring and heart wrenching at the same time but I can’t seem to get enough of it.
In my head, I’m the best dancer in the world but that’s not even remotely true.
I have a very heightened sense of hearing. Without even trying, I can tell you what the people sitting around me are talking about. This is what I do when in a restaurant with the husband or the sister. I entertain them with conversations from tables around us.
Whenever I go out to eat I make it a point to order non-vegetarian food because why would I go out to eat anything vegetarian? I know it’s ridiculous logic but then I already admitted that I’m weird.
Unlike the popular myth that girls are afraid of cockroaches and rats, I’m not. In fact, when I was living in a hostel during my engineering, I had caught a mouse in a plastic bag and threw it out of our room. And now in my house, I’m the one who runs after insects to get rid of them.
I absolutely hate going for parties. I don’t understand the need for it. I’m basically a boring person and I love that about me.
I still don’t like chocolates and fruits. I fear M is just like me.
Well, I think that’s about enough weirdness for this year. Tell me, are you weird too, in your own ways of course?
All my ‘I’m Weird’ posts here for you.
2015 I’m Weird Because
2014 I’m Blank Because
These posts inspired by Little Miss Momma’s Post – I’m Blank Because