Writing Challenge Day 25

Four weird traits I have:

Oh this should be fun. 

First thing is that I am a “texture eater.” Yes, taste is very important to me, but if the texture is weird or gross, I’m not eating it. Things like mashed potatoes and bananas make me gag. I don’t mean that figuratively. The last time I tried to eat baked beans, I threw up after a few bites. I’ve never been able to even swallow mashed potatoes. 

I have a song stuck in my head about 94% of my waking hours. I catch myself humming A LOT. Sometimes I catch myself sort of dancing to said song as I hum it too. I don’t always realize I’m doing it initially--especially if I’m in a good mood. 

I hate live recordings. Don’t get me wrong, I love going to the occasional concert, but unless I’m at the concert I don’t want to hear people clapping, screaming, or singing while I’m trying to listen to a song. It hurts my eardrums and grinds on my nerves. 

While all the other last knuckle joints on my fingers bend a bit boths ways (forwards and back), my ring fingers only bend in for grasping. Granted, I’m assuming this is a weird trait, I don’t actually know that’s the case for sure. It is part of the reason why once my nails get beyond a certain length typing becomes difficult. While most of my joints bend a little “out” and can adjust to compensate for the extra length of the nail, my “ring” finger on each hand can’t. I actually sort of curl them in and hit the keys with the outside of my nail when I have to use those fingers for keys on the bottom row of the keyboard, rather than the pad of my fingers like I do for my index and middle fingers. Again, maybe most people’s hands are that way. I can’t say for sure. It just always seems weird to me that those two fingers don’t follow the pattern of the other 8. 

So bonus: I celebrate my half birthday by buying myself a present. 

Also, does anyone else have moments where they think about how the moment that you’re in will soon be a memory and then a few weeks or months or whatever think about the memory of you thinking about the moment when the moment would be the memory it now is? Like today on my way to work I was thinking about how I don’t know what the day will bring but that soon the day would be a memory for future me, including the me that is now, and the me who will be on a plane in a few weeks, and the me that will also have my memories of California (Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, of course). And then when I’m on my way home from California I’ll think about this moment writing this and the moment I had in the car this morning. Or is that just me?