None of us is perfect. That’s probably a good thing, because perfect would be boring and quirky can be far more interesting. And maybe sometimes, rather than trying to put our best foot forward, it’s worth diving into a quirky soup of imperfection… and that metaphor ran out of steam in my head before I could finish it. Anyway, here are a few of my own quirks and imperfections.
Each of my eyes sees the world quite differently. I had laser eye surgery done about 15 years ago, and it was great until my vision started getting worse again. Back to the surgeon I went 6 years ago, and he decided that it would be better only to operate on one eye. The newly operated eye would give me good distance vision, and the unrevised eye would delay the time that I’d need to start using reading glasses. It took about a year for my brain to effectively compensate for seeing differently out of each eye.
I’m fairly gross. I’ll eat things that have fallen on the floor. Sometimes I find pills that have fallen into various places, and I’ll brush them off and pop them back in the bottle. There is always guinea pig poop and hay strewn about. I kiss my piggies, even though they eat poop. I wash my bedding when it happens to cross my mind, which isn’t particularly often. That’s gross, I know, but it doesn’t affect anyone else, so I don’t care.
I’m lazy about proofreading. Or maybe that’s not the right word. It’s more a lack of caring. Looking back at posts I did before I started using Grammarly, they were often a mess. Now, Grammarly doesn’t work with the block editor, so my posts will probably go back to being a mess. I just don’t care.
I’m kind of a geek. I frequently look things up on Wikipedia because I just need to know more. I would rather watch a documentary than any other kind of film. TV doesn’t really interest me. Seinfeld was the peak of television, and everything else pales in comparison.
I like to latch onto odd words or things that interest me rather enthusiastically, and I’ll trot them out on a regular basis because I enjoy them. Yurt was an example from a couple of years ago, while purple people eater and rutabagas are more recent favourites.
I have eczema on my hands, and it’s made my skin rather old lady-ish. So much for my dream career as a hand model.
My feet are always cold, so I always have socks on unless I’m wearing sock-inappropriate shoes. Even during the summer. Even in bed. Regardless of what activity might be going on in bed. Yeah, I’m that person.
I have a rectocele, a type of pelvic floor prolapse, as a result of injuring my vagina while on a kayaking trip in my 20s. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
I don’t have a handy around the house kind of person in my life, so unless it’s a big thing, I’ll try to do a crappy job myself, or I’ll just let it be. The fan in my bathroom conked out a few years back. I’m not going to try replacing a fan motor myself, so I suspect it may never end up being operational again. When I got a home inspection done when I first bought the place, the inspector said the bathroom floor was uneven. This has led to cracks in the floor tile grout. I decided, in my great doofusness, to give regrouting a go on my own. It wasn’t pretty, but it was there. And then that cracked, so now I just pretend it doesn’t exist.
Okay, that’s some of my weird world. Do you have an imperfection or two you’d like to share?