I realized some things as I walked down in life, it is not the similarities which make us human but the differences which make us both human and humane. Over the years, I seem to have picked up quite a few of these quirks, some of them seem downright humorous, rest just seem to exasperate my family. Nonetheless, I still continue to collect both my quirks and my foibles
I love pens, and I buy them almost always when I see a stationary shop. Most of them are in my drawer quite unused till the ink dries up and then I dispose of them and buy new ones which I don’t use…. sheesh sheer waste but cannot resist.
I have 3 or 4 pens in my bag as I am sure that I will run out of it. Does it happen so? Nah!! My friends have me covered, they all give me their extra pens… Ah, this so enables my first quirk
My cutlery, the spoons and forks, always face in the same direction. My sister used to take pleasure in changing them, but now I seem to have let go of this quirk. My sister cured me, is it? Or is it buried deep down just to rise up someday
I love my car, and I keep checking if I have locked it. Once I was caught by my colleague going back to check it twice, and he made a show of walking up to me and checking my car… hehehe what embarrassment! But I still check my car sometimes twice
If and when I cook, I want the kitchen platform to be arranged with almost military precision, my brain can’t seem to think otherwise, but in rest of the rooms, I live in a mess. I can think better with a mess except in the kitchen and at my workplace. There I am known to throw away unwanted stuff if kept on my trolley like a frisbee
Why am I talking about my quirks, you ask? Because Robbie Yates book, The Kooky Kids’ Club reminded me of all of them. It also made me nostalgic for my school days, when I used to be the quiet one (I still am, but nobody seems to believe it now). I was different then, and I would like to believe that I am different now.
The quirks make us different, our differences give us our unique place on this earth and make us most interesting. Kids are quite ruthless, this book helps us to understand and accept that it is okay to be different and that we too have a place in this world.
This post is also for those kids and their mums to tell them, that we all have our weird points which nobody may understand as kids but it is what makes us beautiful as we go ahead in life.
Read the book, The Kooky Kids’ Club, join us on the blog tour which starts from 3rd December and continues the whole week through. Anyone who would like to do a post on their quirkiness is most welcome. I would love to know yours since all of you know mine.
I did receive my invitation, I thought it would get lost in the post, but trust Robbie to send it to me carefully. Do a post and let us know if you want to receive your unique invitation to the Kooky Kids’ Club, we are bad, we are rad, but it is what makes us a fad… Oh yes, the bad poetry is also part of my kookiness!!