Welcome to to month three of the “Who I Am” project. This month the prompt is “Quirks and habits,” and like my previous posts, I wrote this as if I were speaking to Eve (and any other children I have in the future).
You will one day understand that we all have our quirks. As you grow up, I have no doubt that some of mine will drive you up a wall. Some of these quirks I’m well aware of, though I’ll admit I really had to think this out. I’m sure there are more, and one day you will likely be quick to point then out to me, just as I have done with my parents.
As silly, strange, or annoying as you may find my quirks, they are just of a few of the many pieces that make me the person that I am, and as an adult I can see how they have been molded from Nana, Grandpa, Auntie Danie, and life experiences. I look forward to seeing what little quirks you pick up as you get older, and perhaps some of the things that you pick up from me.
I’m very expressive when I’m listening to someone tell a story. Auntie Danie makes fun of me for this all the time. Apparently when she tells me a story my facial expressions often intensely match whatever it is she’s talking about — I’d like to think that just means I’m listening really well.
I hand talk, even when I’m writing an e-mail. I get that from Nana — I used to make fun of her when I was little, watching her on the phone with her hands waving about — and as an adult I do that as well.
The sound of a kazoo makes my skin crawl. I love to hear you sing, but go play a kazoo near Papa. Ironically, reed instruments on their own have the same effect. Strange, considering I played the clarinet for nine years!
I refuse to drink cold beverages out of a mug (ask me about this when you turn 21).
I stay “standing on line” instead of “standing in line”. I may not have a Jersey accent, but this I picked up from living in New Jersey for the first 22 years of my life. (By the way, it’s not a bubbler — or bubblah, as I’m sure you’ll hear a lot in school — it’s a water fountain.)
I have to move around when I’m talking to someone on the phone for an extended period of time. Call it a lot of energy — something I inherited from Grandpa’s side of the family — but I have to be moving around if I’m having a personal conversation on the phone for more than a couple minutes.
I don’t know if this is a quirk, so much as a value. I can’t NOT take a class seriously. Whether it’s for an actual grade or just for fun, if I take a class, I have to put 100% in it and I have to do well. I hope to instill in this in you as well. I want you to both learn for learning’s sake and I want you to do well in school.
I will give you at least 10 nicknames, some of them real words, some a cutesy variation of your name, and some just plain made up. I do this with the people with whom I love. I’ve done it with Auntie Danie for as long as I can remember, close friends, even Nana and Grandpa. As of this point, the nicknames I have for you are Eviekins, Chickadee, Cutes, Boo (which, by the way, I also call your Auntie Danie), Evie, and Lovie (that last one I remember Auntie Lolo calling us). I’m sure that list will grow over the years.
If I talk about something bad possibly happening in the future, I will always say “G-d forbid” (along that vein, you will never see me write it G-d). While I don’t consider myself a particularly spiritual person, Judaism is a big piece of what makes me who I am. The latter I picked up from years in religious school, where it was ingrained in me that we don’t write out the full name. The former, I imagine also stems from some Jewish superstition, though I don’t believe it’s exclusively a Jewish habit.
If Papa and I accidentally step on each other’s foot, then we gently step on the other’s foot. It’s a Russian superstition and a quirk that I know I picked up from Papa, though I only do it with him.
When I run into someone I know, I almost never say “Hi, [insert person’s name].” Even though 95% of the time I remember the person’s name, I have this odd fear of getting it wrong. (And the name also seems to come to my head a beat too late.)
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The “Who I Am” project is a year-long monthly series that my friend Dana at Kiss My List started, as a way to create a virtual scrapbook of your life to tell your kids, grandkids, spouse, friends, or whoever who you are. You can link up our posts, which goes live the third Tuesday of the month, on either of our blogs, and sign up to receive the prompts at the beginning of each month via e-mail. The theme’s so far have been Childhood and Love.
What are some of your quirks?
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