Jeez. Really!?! Right off the bat we gotta go there?
I spend a lot of time alone and have therefore developed quite a few alone quirks.
1. I sing. Probably the only time I do this activity which to the casual observer sounds more like a vernal pond in spring. Nah - that's given the frogs a bad rap. This is worse and I know it.
1b. Because it's really part of 1 proper. I chant. I will make up a goofy chant and use it all day. When I am not alone, I just chant it in my head. They are often silly. When I was unemployed my favorite one was "Easy Peasy. Make it breezy". Actually this is my favorite one whenever things get tough. It's no ohm, but I am starting to think it works.
2. I spaz. I have no idea what this is about. It hasn't always been the case. But there are times when I will get some whole body neural overload and have to do one complete body flail as it passes. It never happens when I am around other people. Or I suppress it more effectively. I suspect it is some very low level Tourette's symptom.
3. I read my writing aloud. I find it helps with the pacing before I read it at class.
4. I use really crappy accents. I am a natural mimic and will try to acquire accents. Trying to master the subtlety of Australian English v. British English v. Irish English v. Scots English v Pirate. Those are the main ones. But working around quite a few foreign nationals I can do most of them.
5. I never fart publicly. I don't need to elaborate on that. Suffice it to say that I don't hold back when alone. Ditto belching. Ditto nose picking. Did I mention I was raised with 4 brothers? I blame them.
6. I drum. I used to do this publicly, but never got better. Now I save my mad drumming skills just for me because I think I am awesome!!!
7. I talk to myself ALL.THE.TIME. I don't know when it started. But it is now a regular part of every day. All I need now are a dozen cats and my future in set.
8. I step dance. BADLY. I learned the fine art of step dancing from the Lady Diamonds my first senior year of college. This is not your buttoned down pale Irish kinda step dance, but a whole body celebration African American kinda stepping. I was enchanted by how they could keep such intricate rhythms by stomping and clapping. They were amused by my complete inability to get it. It was funny. I still do it - only when I am alone. I don't know why.
I really embraced the alone time I get now that I'm currently out of work. You learn a lot about yourself. Not to mention become more comfortable with your crazy side without worrying who might see. Thanks for sharing!
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