Daily Prompt: Quirk of Habit

Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others.

I have many strange little habits… most of them I’m aware of, but some of them have been brought to my attention.

I think one of the weirdest ‘habits’ that I had, primarily when I was a child, was that I would talk in my sleep… but to the point where I could have a conversation.

I remember my mum telling me several stories about when I was little and she’d come in to check on me when I had gone to bed, and I’d be laying there, sometimes even with my eyes open, and she’d say something to me, and I wouldn’t initially respond.

When I did respond, it was a bit delayed, or even slightly slurred, but mum recalls having several conversations with me. I don’t think I’ve done that since I’ve gotten older, but it intrigues me – being asleep, but still being conscious enough to know that there is somebody talking to me, and able to construct a sentence.

I think one of the quirky habits that I enjoy the most, is that I regularly think of random things that just make me giggle at myself for no reason whatsoever. I could just be sitting here, reading an article online, and at some point there might be a word or a phrase in the article that will make me think of something else completely random, that has absolutely nothing to do with it.

For example, I could read an article, or watch a tv program that will mention something about entrepreneurs, and instantly, my mind will flash back to a sketch from a show called Fast Forward called Entrepreneurs Wives On The Run… and then I’ll sit there and play out the skit in my head, reciting it line by line, and then have a chuckle about it.

I could be watching a show and they mention ‘sweatpants’ and all of sudden I’m reciting the scene from Mean Girls, where Regina George is sitting in the cafeteria with all the other girls, talking about how sweat pants are all that fit her now, since she’s put on weight.

I refer back to my vast encyclopaedia of useless pop-culture references, because that’s pretty much the majority of what lives in my brain.

Whenever it happens, regardless of where I am,I will literally burst into laughter, which always gets a few weird looks. I think that it’s more annoying whenever I’m with Hulk and it happens, because he has no idea what I’m talking about, and I think that it’s probably a quality of mine that he doesn’t necessarily like or enjoy.



Daily Prompt: Simply the Best

When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?

It depends on my mood.

Generally, it’s whenever I’m by myself, because I can be alone with my thoughts… all of them. Ugh, so many thoughts. But when I’m alone and I’m not being distracted, then I can focus on at least one stream of consciousness racing around inside my head.

Like at the moment, I’m at home on the couch in my pj’s. It’s 12:30pm, and I have a raging headache because instead of breakfast I’ve had 3 handfuls of peanut m&m’s, but I’ve got some music on in the background, and I can focus solely on my blogging and getting all my posts up to date without being distracted.

When I’m feeling sad or depressed, I usually find myself sitting in the bathtub when I’m having a shower either hugging my knees, or curled in the foetal position being overwhelmed by emotions.

kinda like that… but with boy bits.

I generally don’t really do my best thinking until later in the afternoon, or even moreso, late at night – again, when I’m not being distracted. It’s hard to focus on thoughts and concentrate when I’m constantly being distracted and interrupted. But sometimes, it can get really tiring. I sometimes wish that I could just switch off all the voices and thoughts in my head, or alternatively, be able to write them all out simultaneously so then I can quieten my mind.

This is why I can’t really do things like yoga / relaxation / meditation. I can’t lay there and be awake and not have a million things going on in my brain.

In order for me to be able to do that, I just need to be asleep. Then I’m not aware of what’s happening in my head. Instead I just end up having really fucking weird dreams for what feels like hours at a time.

I think I need to go get some Advil… this headache is just not getting any better. I should probably eat something…