I’m weird. You’re weird.

Here are 10 Quirks about me.

Rat Selfie (Photo Credit: Author)

Thanks to Shannon Ashley for tagging me in her post, So, I’m Kind of a Weirdo.

This reminds me of something I would’ve written in my LiveJournal (come on, who else?) back in the early aughts.

My dad always said, “If you think somebody isn’t weird, you just don’t know them well enough.”

And I always said, “Yeah, but you’re like, extra weird, Dad.”

I write tiny. I mean tiiiiiny.

I had this one history class in college where we were allowed to bring one sheet of notes with us to the exam. Luckily, because I am a cartoon mouse, I had already written all of my notes for the entire semester on a single sheet (front and back) of notebook paper, in tiny script indecipherable to anyone but me. I aced the test.

I don’t like metal forks, but I make myself use them.

I blame my mom; she prefers plasticware too. Metal forks get hot, and the tines are always just a little crooked, and they make such a jarring noise each time they touch your plate, or your teeth. For years, I carried a plastic spork in my bag for use at restaurants. It was humiliating but worth it. But then I had a kid… so now I make myself use regular utensils, just so she doesn’t pick up…