I’m Weird Because. What does this even mean? Well, let me try to explain. This is a post where I talk about all those eccentricities that make me me. This is a post where I talk about my pet peeves, a post with a glimpse into the not-so-perfect person that is me. You could say, it’s a let-your-hair-down kind of post, something that reminds me of the fun old days of blogging. 

This is the 6th year in a row that I’m doing this kind of an ‘I’m Weird Because’ post. If you have been with me for a few years then you would know. It’s grown into a sort of a tradition for the blog. The first time I did it was back in 2014 and I enjoyed it so much that every year I come back to doing it. It feels good. It does.

So, without boring you further, let’s get on with it.

I’m Weird Because

I like to sit on a bean bag while working from home instead of the perfectly good set of desk and chair next to it.

I can read anywhere at any time. Give me the opportunity and I’ll read while walking too.

I still don’t like fruits much. Most people buy fruits, as a rule, almost every week. I buy fruits as an afterthought.

My first reaction is to dislike people so that they don’t get too close to me and then finally end up hurting me. It helps in filtering a lot of unwanted people from my life.

I still drink tea to dip biscuits in it. In fact, I’m unstoppable once the biscuit dipping starts.

I don’t have much of a sweet tooth but there are days when suddenly I start craving for something sweet like a maniac.

I can switch from feeling hot to feeling cold and vice-versa in the blink of an eye. Seasons don’t matter.

I keep turning my pillow throughout the night to sleep with my head on the cold side of the pillow.

It takes me just a glass of wine to get tipsy. This is my post-pregnancy superpower. The cheaper the wine the better!

Despite being a mother for about 4 and a half years now, I don’t know what conversations to have with fellow moms. I’m horrible at these interactions.

I carry a Kindle when I take my daughter to play outside. Well, I used to, till the pandemic stole our lives, while the other moms conversed among themselves. This is my way to cope with my inherent inability to start a conversation unless it is about work or books. I know, it’s terrible.

I don’t go anywhere without my Kindle. If I ever get lost, find my Kindle and you’ll probably find me.

I’m paranoid about my daughter’s toys being in any other room except her own.

The 6th 'I'm Weird Because' post in a row. I had written the first one in 2014. Read to find out how much my weirdness quotient has evolved in the past 6 years. #weird Share on X

I co-sleep with my daughter and get her kicks throughout the night but I just can’t sleep without her by my side. A stalemate, I know.

I never liked going out much except for work and now it looks like the universe has conspired to fulfil that wish of mine in the worst way possible. Well, at least, I don’t have to make excuses now.

Whenever M disturbs me too much while I’m working from home during this lockdown, I put on her on a video call with my parents and run away from that room. 

When someone annoys me, I usually take it out of my system by writing or posting about that incident.

Having been used as a one-way sounding board by many, I have now stopped paying attention to people who keep whining about their life or blowing their trumpets but have no time to offer a patient ear when I have something to tell about myself.

I don’t much care about ice-creams.

Up until September or October last year, I never could take selfies. But ever since I chanced upon the curly hair method sometime last year, I have this newfound confidence about how I look and selfies are not weird anymore. Weird!

I like adding things in my Amazon Wishlist and not buying them. This is my way of window shopping in the Netflix era.

I don’t bore people with stories about M except writing about her on my blog. So, you have a choice to read or not. 

I phase out people who can’t seem to have anything to talk about in life except their kids once they become parents. Think about it, if I keep showing you 100 pictures of M in almost the same pose every time we meet why would you spend time with me? 

I hate being added to Whatsapp Groups without being asked. I hate being added to any Whatsapp Group whatsoever. 

I believe that one of the criteria for being best friends is that you hate the same things or people, no questions asked.

I listen to books on Audible while cooking.

I make M listen to books on Audible with me at night which works as a lullaby for her. 

I oscillate between missing office to loving this work from home period every single day.

My idea of beach vacations used to be staying at a resort with a private beach. I say used to because who knows when vacations can be taken without fear again.

I have to watch something while eating at home. It’s my way of relaxing at the end of a list of chores or a long day.

My eves dropping capability continues to keep me entertained. Since I can’t go to a restaurant or office, these days I find myself occasionally drawn to conversations around my balcony. Now, I don’t do this consciously or on purpose. But if sound hits my eardrums, I can’t help it, can I?

I don’t like cooking every single day and I can’t believe my mother doesn’t hate us yet what with her having cooked for us for decades now.

I love the lunch dates S and I still manage to have after all these years together. Well, up until we were locked down.

It pisses me off when people say my life is over since I’m married for a long time and also have a kid. Let’s just say the stupidity and atrociousness of some 20-somethings don’t surprise me one bit but still makes me mad.

I love wearing lipsticks at home. This is something new. Maybe I’m going senile. Who knows?

I don’t like wearing earrings at home.

I do not like buying gold jewellery or any kind of jewellery for that matter. 

When S surprises me with a gift, my first response is why did he waste money.

I don’t mind letting my kid use devices under my supervision. But that often makes me a pariah in parenting circles.

When I started Dance for Joy sessions this year before the lockdown, I used to keep asking my sister or my husband to join me. But to be honest, I loved dancing without any member of my family in that class with me. Crazy, I know!

I love watching historical shows when high.

I love staying awake when my family is asleep. That’s about as peaceful a time as I can get as a mom.

And I love doing these I’m weird posts.

Well, that was me for this year’s edition of I’m Weird Because. Tell me, if you identify with any of my oddities.