This is the 5th year in a row that I’m doing this post. Those of you who have been reading me for years will probably know this. Now, I can’t say why but I really like writing about the things that make me weird. It sort of makes me, me and isn’t that something to be proud of? 

The first time I did an ‘I’m Weird Because‘ post was back in the year 2014. I think a bunch of us bloggers did it that year. I must admit it was fun. Those were the good old days when blogging was all about being your flawed yet authentic self. But anyway, from 2014 to now, I have made it a tradition to do this post just for myself. Imagine how it would be when as a 90-year-old grandmother, I sit with my grandkids reading about all sorts of things that have kept me weird over the years. Yes, provided the internet survives and people still read things more than 140 characters long. Good motivation, right?

We are all a little weird, I believe. I mean life in itself is so unpredictable and mysterious that it is being weird that makes life bearable, isn’t it? So, yes, all of us are weird in our own way. It’s like our fingerprint making us unique and I find that fascinating. 

So, here’s what still makes me weird and still makes me, me.

I often sit at work with my earphones plugged in with no music on, to avoid conversations with people. Yes, it gets me out of so much unnecessary talk and sometimes even gives me juicy details that I wouldn’t otherwise have been privy too. What? I never said I was a saint and don’t pretend you are either.

I love subtle ways of defying authority. Of course, with time I have mellowed down a lot but give me a chance to stand up to something which makes no sense and I’ll be stoked like a child at the prospect of candy.

I never really listen to people when they have a conversation with me while I’m eating. So, you might as well be telling me about the latest office scoop but my nodding means nothing because I wouldn’t really be listening to you.

Whenever I go out for drinks with friends or even, in general, am at home having drinks, I always forget the customary cheers. I invariably take a sip before everyone else. I don’t know, I’m just wired that way.

I still have no affinity for fruits which has come to bite me in the rear because my daughter is exactly the same. That’s mom karma for you.

I can’t drive and I think that’s one thing that’s never going to get ticked off my list. When is the time to learn? I have put it off for too long now.

Whatsapp groups annoy me. I think of ways to leave them without being the social pariah that I invariably am.

I don’t like making weekend plans with office folks and for the life of me, I can’t understand people who do.

I love reading when everyone at home is asleep especially at night. I like that the house is quiet and I can get completely lost in the book. It’s like I’m stepping into Narnia being just me.

I cannot function without a microwave in the kitchen. In fact, come to think of it, I cannot function without devices that make my life bearable in the kitchen and that starts with the electric kettle.

I love that I now only read on my kindle so I never have to lend my books to anyone not that I did that with my paperbacks either.

I’m addicted to cleaning different parts of the house by booking cleaners through the Urban Clap app (not sponsored). I feel like a kid in Disneyland when someone is at home cleaning either the chimney or the kitchen. I even suggested them to have an option for balcony cleaning. I know, I’m probably a freak.

I still possess a strange eves-dropping capability. The things I hear thanks to that. Makes for some amusing time, I must say.

I always imagine that I’m dancing when I listen to the dance numbers. It’s like a reflex action and I love doing it.

I’m now an old person in an old person’s body and I love that about me. With every year that passes by I feel more comfortable in my own skin. Now, this part of growing up I like.

Sometimes I pretend to not see people while passing them on the road to avoid small talk. I know it doesn’t sound like a good quality at all and it isn’t too but that’s how I react instinctively.

I have this innate need to organise my kitchen before the cook comes in for making dinner. And if I’m not able to do that I feel suffocated.

I have always given the death stare to the husband and my sister whenever they have walked over a freshly mopped floor before it has had the chance to dry. Such is my terror now that I don’t even have to look at them anymore to freak them out once they have done it.

I still need tea only to dip and eat biscuits or cakes.

I still am not a fan of ice-creams.

I get high on cheap wine. Every single time.

And I love doing ‘I’m Weird‘ posts!

Well, that’s me with all my flaws and eccentricities. That’s what makes me different from everyone else. And I don’t mind being that way. Now, tell me one of your idiosyncrasies?

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