quirks

my friend dbs asked me one time if i had any quirks or compulsive behavior that was completely unintentional. potentially embarrassing. i think he was already aware (from posts on ye olde blog) of the hairbrush and pop bottlecap issues but i thought of another one a few weeks ago when i was driving to work.

scholls ferry road meanders through several counties on its way to sylvan hill. driving along the stretch that goes from beaverton-hillsdale hwy to sylvan, it’s pretty darkly wooded and has some great twists and turns.

i’ve been driving this road since i got my driver’s license in 1986. not long after getting my license, i started working at a dry cleaners. there was a man who picked up the laundry a few days a week and though i was slightly afraid of him, i enjoyed hearing his grisly stories about motorcycle accidents (he had a prosthetic leg) and places he’d been. in our conversations, he always tried to talk me into entering  cross-country road races with the MGB convertible (mom’s) i drove.

i never actually considered racing as a hobby or career but those conversations must have had some impact because ever since then, when i drive along that serpentine stretch of road, i always *always* pretend i’m in a road race. i’m talking goggles-on-and-scarf-flying-in-the-wind kind of pretending. i know the curves so well that i can accelerate when other people brake. i’m not at all reckless but very focused and controlled. it was only recently, maybe a few weeks ago, that another car passed me.

in my mind, anyway, i’m invincible. but the point i’m trying to make here is that i do it every. single. time. i drive that length of scholls ferry road. occasionally i’m a passenger in the car and it feels really queer.

so…who else is weird?! come on. don’t be shy!

FYI, my second least favorite grooming task that people do at work? LINT BRUSHING. oh dear god. please make it stop.