In response to a recent challenge to reveal my deep, dark secrets of idiosyncratic behavior I'm laying out the list.
1. There is a compulsion deep inside of me which forces me to exhaust the usefulness of every toiletry in the house. For example, it is not enough to simply squeeze out toothpaste. There is an art to laying the tube flat on the counter and systematically pushing and rolling so as to utilize every ounce of the peppermint goodness.
2. I bite my nails. It's not pretty, and it's not easy to admit, but it's true. I stopped once in the fourth grade. I had a good month or so of freedom from my addiction, but I just couldn't keep the monkey off my back. (Frankly, who'd want to put any more distance between themselves and a monkey than they had to anyway?)
3. Arriving anywhere late makes me crazy. This is a result of being raised by a militant father who could not stand for such slackery. He would drive away while you were on the driveway, walking toward the car, if you were one minute later than the designated departure time for x. You can fill in the blank there: x=church or school or your own Eagle Court of Honor, whatever.
I'm sure I could go on and on about my OCD (an unofficial point 4, perhaps?), but I'll leave it there for now. I don't want to disillusion my readers too much by completely unveiling the man behind the curtain. We can't lose all the magic of Oz at one sitting now, can we?
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2 comments:
Those weren't even that bad. I thought you stopped biting your nails for awhile on your mission, like I did. Just kidding. We're really looking forward to seeing you and will miss you when they bless Tyler.
Being late is the cool thing to do- come on darron, just do it, you'll love the freedom!
My philosophy is "they can wait for me, its better than me waiting for them". Im so nice aren't I?
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